Here’s a peek into our August.
Outside fun in the heat.
The bubble makers from Aunt C. were a hit.
The kids asked if they could take their lunch outside one day. I said sure, but B and I would stay inside. When I looked for them later, I found them sitting way out on the driveway, of all places.
Lots of playtime with cousins!
August=garden month. My rows and rows of empty jars are now rows and rows of full jars–tomatoes, tomato juice, salsa, pizza sauce, green beans, beets, and peaches. At least one day a week has been devoted to canning, and it gives me a lot of satisfaction to see the jars filled up.
I found out I have a baby who will hold his breath until he passes out. If I hadn’t heard of that happening, I’d have been totally freaked out. As it was, my heart rate increased a bit, but otherwise I kept my calm on. =) He was crying and turning blue and next thing he was all limp and floppy. As soon as he passed out, he started breathing again. He’s come close to doing so several times since, but thankfully the pass-out is still an isolated incident.
August 31 is the end of our church’s fiscal year, which has meant more work and several meetings for me (budget prep, etc.).
J led a group from our church to the Missions Training Center in New York City last weekend. I was thankful for several generous people who juggled our child care so I could go along this time. We left on Thursday morning and got back Sunday evening. We spent our time in classes, visiting a Buddhist temple, and in practicums (street witnessing, singing in a train station, prayer walking, etc.). The point is not to “go on a mission trip to NYC,” rather to learn and practice skills that we can bring home and use in our own community.
Here’s our group walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. I’m hiding. =)
We came home tired and the kids seemed tired too, from all the shuffling around and lack of routine. At least one of them had had a fever one day, and we have some coughing and wheezing going on. On Monday afternoon, I took B down to his room for a nap and THIS is what I saw on the bedroom door.
This 5-ft. black snake has been around our house all summer. I’m fine with him in my yard. I’m okay with him in flower bed. I’m (mostly) alright with him on my deck. I am NOT okay with him in my basement. He may have come in the night the basement door got left open a week ago, or he may have come in an open drain (that is now plugged, believe you me). I didn’t scream, but I did some deep breathing between giddy laughing and quiet whimpers. =) Then I called J at work, and a girl from his office who loves snakes came out and removed him from our house. The very most bizarre thing was just that morning, M commented that Mr. Black Snake used to be in our flowers, and now he lives in a hole (which is true–a little hole in our backyard close to the clothesline). I checked the hole and told her I didn’t think he lived there anymore because I haven’t seen him for awhile. !!!! Never dreaming I’d find him in MY HOUSE! two hours later. The kids didn’t seem too bothered, but A was up three or four times in the night then crying because Mr. Black Snake was in his room…in his bed…on the couch… I felt kind of hypocritical confidently assuring him that Mr. Black Snake definitely was not in our house, since I wasn’t totally sure myself.
That’s the scoop from our house. Next big thing on the agenda–40th birthday party!