Our First Try

Ok, so.

Everyday amazing, awful, and sometimes hilarious events happen in our family. These events are constantly running through my mind. "I should type that in our family newsletter!" I tell myself. But I never seem to sit down and type them. Then after a few days (as I already stated) the event has run all the way through my mind and exited-- permanently. The next time I'll remember it is when I am dead, and my life is passing before me at the judgment bar. So, in an effort to preserve our memories, and get brownie points in the Family History category, I hearby start this blog. I also hope that some of our stories will make us all laugh. (And in some cases, if I'm not laughing, at least someone could enjoy a good chuckle at our expense!) ;)

So, on to the stories:

Thursday was a day of tragedies. The morning started with us finding a dead bird laying on the patio. We guess it had flown into our french doors by the kitchen. Poor bird. I was fully prepared to turn it into a nature lesson and let the kids observe it's structure, etc. But the kids were too sad and grossed out and promptly scooped it up with a snow shovel and hucked it over the back fence. (Into the wild blackberry area -- not the neighbors yard.) Later in the day, the kids discovered that one of their "pet" frogs living in our pond had died. I assumed it was from the extreme excess of overhandling that it had endured over the past couple days. Our pond is a mecca for neighbor kids and visiting children. The frogs are the star attraction -- with everyone needing a chance to hold it, and pet it, and send it down the water slide, and float it on homemade rafts, and balance it on their heads, and dangle it by one leg high in the air. . .
May the frog finally rest in peace!

Now KB is sitting here saying, "Nice way to start a blog, Mom. Type something good."

However, as she was saying that we heard a large KLUNK sound coming from the garrage, followed by,
"Oh! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine -- that's why I was wearing my helmet."
Seeing as how the youngest 3 children are alone in the garage, and that the large metallic clanking and dragging sounds are continuing -- it is now necessary to end our happy narration and go investigate.

Much love,
Maawwm