This is what boys do

Today I came into the kitchen where Miles and Aaron were comparing bruise sizes while sweeping and doing dishes. They also had a heated discussion over who could do the strongest farts.

Is this what boys do?

Miles and his friend down the road built an alien defense base out of several foamie mattresses, some wires, a broken car phone and a three hole punch.

Is that what boys do?

Today Eli said to me "I was running in the hallway at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and I tripped and fell and banged my knee and it hurted so badly, but I didn't cry. What's for supper?" I thought, 'just once I would really love to see your thought process.'

Is this what boys are like?

I suppose I should probably know. I've lived with boys for almost thirteen years. I'm still not quite used to them though.

Eli takes Isabel's dolls from upstairs and asks me if he can drop them out of the bedroom window. What girl does that?

When I had tea parties when I was little, Aaron would only come if there was real food. And he would dash away from the table as soon as he had gobbled his cookie. No tea chit chat for him.

I think all boys go through a phase of wanting to wear dresses and be ballerinas. But they still want to ride bikes, play soccer and wrestle in them if they get the chance.

Eli punched me today and said in his best tough-guy voice "You wanna fight with me?"
Are they just born with that?

I guess that's what boys are like.

Clotheslined

I had pizza at the Stel's house tonight. It was yummy. After we ate we hung out and watched the hockey game.

I was running back up to our house in the dark, when all of a sudden I was thrown backwards very forcefully by the neck and I fell right on my butt.

Apparently several of the children on the farm decided to make a high jump practice rope by stringing a long skipping rope between the monkey bars and a tree. It took my right out.

For a few seconds I sat on the ground and thought "what the heck just happened?"

It never gets boring around here.

Calmness is lovely.

Last night when I got back from worship practice, the house was very quiet. All the other kids were in bed except Aaron, and he was thoroughly ensconced in Lunch Money, a good book by Andrew Clements.

(p.s. I had written 'a cute book by Andrew Clements' but Aaron was looking over my shoulder and said "Emma, scrap the cute!" So it's a good book :)

My mom had bought herself a candy pink velour sweatsuit pajama set from Superstore and she was wearing it. She won't let me take a picture.

I sat at the computer and had a bowl of yogurt and an orange and some marshmallows. (my mom and dad don't know about the marshmallows so it's a good thing they never read my blog :)

I read a few emails and was about to type this all up, but then I had to go to bed.

But it was calm. Calmness is lovely.

Farm Personnel Files: Volume 1

I talk a lot about them. But have never much described in detail the personnel files of the farm inhabitants. I'll just keep adding to this for a while.

Sweet Pea the man-eating goat, and Meadow her daughter who eats worms and thinks she's a human.

Sophia, who I found today wearing her bike helmet backwards because it doesn't fit the other way.

Dad, also known as Uncle Al. The math teacher who has 3 calculator applications on his ipod touch.

Eli, age 4, who informed me today that he only wipes his bum on saturdays, not mondays.

Oh brother (literally)

Today we found out that Ethan has discovered how to catapult soup and other liquids upwards by pouring them in the trough of his bib, and hooking the trough underneath the table, and then popping it out and flinging the liquid into the air. It makes a lovely splash which fully delights him.

Note to self: No longer give Ethan soup or drinks at mealtime. A few of us have had the pleasure of being in the way when the splash comes down. Not fun. Although once or twice the splash has hit him in the face and his expression when that happens is quite priceless.

In other news, well...there isn't much else to say unfortunately.

Oh! Here is a video of some of our rehearsal for the Pacific Baroque Festival.
http://pacbaroque.com/?p=197
You just have to scroll down a bit to the bottom of the page.

See you later!

So we're kind of past the 29th day of the year and I only have 29 posts. Bad.

Oh dear. I am a bad girl.

I am not, as some of you may have kindly thought, very busy. Neither do I have a lot on my mind. I am just lazy.

Since I don't have much to say right now, I thought I would show you a little spiel that I wrote for the Pacific Baroque Festival I sang in. It landed me a radio interview so there might be something interesting about it. Enjoy.

I am in the Victoria Children's Choir. We are working on a Bach motet for the Pacific Baroque Festival. I have never sung Back before and I really love it. Bach was a musical genius. Look in any Bach piece and you will find patterns clearly echoed in the music of today, in all genre's. One section of the piece we are working on has a very jazzy feel to it, it's a lot of fun. The song is in two choirs, and when you are singing it the two choirs often echo each other and the way they are intertwined is neat to hear.
One thing I especially love about Bach is that, unlike many other composers, his life matched the devotion to God that his music spoke of. He 'walked the talk' so to speak. There is a quote by Bach that says "I play the notes as they are written, but it is God who makes the music." I love that.

Another piece we are working on for the Pacific Baroque Festival is by Telemann and called 'Der Schulmeister.'
I think it will be super fun to watch and we have loved working on it. As well as doing the music, we get to incorporate some acting into it! I know the audience will love it.

I am also looking forward to seeing some of the other music in the festival. I have never been to watch it before, but I have heard it is all wonderful.

See you...sometime.