Last night we had a tornado watch in effect for Franklin County. (Yes, we live in Franklin County!) So over the hour or so that my radio kept screeching the warning, I sent my kids to the basement to play while I made supper. CJ was out mowing grass with Pappy, so I figured they’d see a twister if anything happened. (Nothing ever happened.) Around 200 deaths have been reported from this violent wave of tornadoes and extreme weather, with 130 tornadoes yesterday alone. My heart goes out to the mothers who did lose children yesterday.
Today is another gorgeous, sunny, windy day. I’ve been wearing all the sleeveless maternity shirts I can find in my stash, soaking up all the sunshine I can! (And wishing I’d do something about that upper arm flab…) We do have some flood watches in effect, after the rain storm last night. (Where Dee and I had to get up at 2:30am and mop up the water that poured through the windows.) But no flood watches in our immediate area.
The chickens got out, so we had to chase them down. Good exercise for this pregnant lady!
Kbug got her first wasp sting of the year, so we whipped up an herbal remedy of plantain, baking soda, and lavender oil. (That counts for science, right?) I think Kbug got stung five times last year, if I’m remembering correctly. If it’s true that bee stings improve your immune system, than I’ve got one healthy girl!
Cboy found a robin’s egg laying on the ground, and I’m still trying to convince the kids that they can’t hatch it. It must have been blown out of a nest last night, so it was stone cold. I told them the baby bird — if there was a baby bird yet — is already dead. We can’t make it come back to life, and even IF we DID hatch it, baby robins don’t have feathers and fluff like baby chickens when they first hatch. It’s just not possible to raise a robin from scratch! The kids told me that God could make it hatch, even if I couldn’t, so they’re going to pray about it.
CJ kept popping in the door with stuff from Grammy’s house. Leftover spaghetti from her fridge (“Mommy, can I eat this?”)… a scythe from the barn (“CJ!!! YOU CAN’T HAVE THAT!”)… and an announcement that he went pee up at Grammy’s potty. At least he’s not going potty in the trees anymore! The thing is, Grammy’s house is empty during the day right now, since she’s at her sisters’ greenhouse, so CJ just sort of took over her house.
(We had spaghetti for supper. I promised CJ. And yes, I do feed my children! All day long!)
I made the mistake of telling a friend, in front of my kids, that Erin and Terri are trying to get pregnant. “How do they try?” Kbug wanted to know. The kids were eating popsicles, so I told them to run outside before they dripped all over the house. Sneaky me.
And in between all of this, Kbug and I managed to get in a good day of school. We studied Harriet Tubman (with side notes on Amelia Bloomer, the invention of the refrigerator and Kodak box camera, the Wright Brothers, and the extreme racism that existed even after emancipation in 1865), cannibalistic spiders, and frogs that retract their eyeballs to squash prey against their tongue. Kbug also excelled at adding and subtracting her first double-digit math problems! She’s very proud of the fact that she’s finishing up 1st grade in a few weeks. (Me too, maybe a little proud.) Today my house isn’t so pretty, but… what else is new. =)