Tuesday, July 22, 2014

days of summer


Chopping away at the days of summer around here. In my dreams last night the boys went back to school in (gulp!) 2 weeks, and when their teachers asked them to draw a picture of the best thing they did during the break, I received two nearly identical papers with carefully crayoned stick figures sitting in front of a surprisingly realistic computer screen.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who prays their kid remembers at least one summer adventure to tell on the first day back.

Okay, so we’ve had a lot of what I like to call “off days”. These usually involve me trying to catch up on laundry, make a meal that depends on the oven while I dole out chores right and left. And yes, there’s screen time thrown in there because these boys are 6 and 8. It’s just part of the package.

But we’ve also had lake days, and field days, and playing in the rain days. And we’ve raised a duck. Maybe I’ll promise ice cream to whoever draws a picture of that.

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

in the field


In the middle of one of our errand days we stopped off in a plush green field and chilled in the grass for a bit. The weather here has been phenomenal. Where we would usually spend July hiding in the air conditioning, this summer has given us days where sitting still in the grass doesn’t mean melting into a puddle. More of this please. I could soak in it forever.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

duck tales, episode 3


Wobble is three weeks old today. For real. Three weeks ago he was small enough to fit in an egg. Two things I kept hearing over and over about ducklings: 1. they grow FAST. and 2. they make a MESS. Both are very true. It took about two weeks for Wobble to really put on a growth spurt but in the past few days he seems to get bigger by the hour. No joke. Also, my delusions about how easy he was to care for as a little duckling have been massively dashed. He spends most of his time flinging water and food all over his box. We call it his nose art.


Daily baths are a necessity. He is now old enough for me to leave him unsupervised for short periods of time. This used to be a huge deal because the minute I’d walk out of his line of sight he would make a LOUD chirping sound, sort of like a fire alarm, until I returned. Someone always had to sit next to the tub during bath time and keep him company so we wouldn’t have to listen to the wailing.


Lately he’s been much less upset about being left alone. I think we’ve entered the “teenager” stage.

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Wobble went with us to the lake last Friday. We were not about to risk repeating the “loose duck in the house” incident.


Thus far he has never jumped into the water at home of his own accord, so I was a little concerned that he would not willingly swim in the lake. I needn’t have worried. He followed the boys right in.

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He’d much rather be with his peoples than sit on the dock alone.

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Here he is, standing in the spot where his egg was rescued. It kind of boggles my mind when I think about it. We could have easily said “no” and missed out on this amazing experience. I hope I remember this next time I’m on the fence and uncertainty about the unknown makes me lean toward “no”. I need more YES.


I’m very glad we took a chance and decided to make this a part of our journey.


Tuesday, July 8, 2014



We went to the lake for 4th of July weekend and left Wobble the duck safely tucked into his brooder with a full water bottle, enough food, and the radio playing in the kitchen. I was a little nervous about leaving him just because I knew he’d be going without a bath for several days. I figured the worst that could happen was we’d come home to rancid unwashed duckling smell, easily fixed with a quick swim in the tub. But on the way home I developed a really uneasy feeling and Caleb barely finished pulling the car into the garage before I was out and rushing into the house.

I found Wobble on the floor in the kitchen.

Lets process that for a minute. Judging by the state of his brooder we think he managed to get out of it Friday after we left. This is just flabbergasting because he makes no attempt to escape while we are home to keep him company, but apparently a few hours alone was enough to make him climb his way out of a sterilite box with walls twice the height of his head. And of course, once he was out he couldn’t get back in, so he wandered all around the house looking for food and leaving little duckling poop everywhere he went.

That night was really awful. Caleb and I took turns helping our severely dehydrated duckling down water and food, wondering if he’d make it or not. He was pretty bad off, but still interested in his food and water. We got some electrolytes down him and turned to cleaning the house. Around 1:00 AM when we’d finished mopping, steam cleaning, and washing all the rugs we finally crawled into bed and just prayed Wobble would pull through.

I’ll skip the play by play of the next 48 hours, but today Wobble is looking much better. He’s at least 90% back to himself and even went for a swim and quick trip outside today. This is not an adventure we’d like to repeat. But we have a whole new perspective on the depth of his attachment to us.


A few of the good adventures from the past couple of weeks:


When it rains we dance in it.


When it doesn’t rain we make our own.


State parks. And the off-road mudding required to get to them. We christened the truck with clay that day.

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Random barn in the woods. I want to renovate it and live there forever.

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Kayaking on the other lake we love.

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This simplicity.