Fleet of foot, Fair of Science

Harper had her last cross country event on Saturday. It was a 5K sponsored by Free the Captives, an organization working to end human trafficking. Hudson decided to run too, and is now the proud owner of a t-shirt with "Fighting Teen Sex Trafficking in Houston" emblazoned on the back. Wince with me, won't you. They both ran really well, even though it was a hot, muggy morning. Hudson's time was 31 minutes, which is terrific considering he didn't train at all except for running a single mile around our cul-de-sac few weeks ago. He was displeased with his performance, which is further evidence that he is my son. I think I was ten when I realized I was getting too old to be a prodigy at anything. I didn't handle the disappointment very well. We are hoping he is internalizing the reality that being really good at anything requires lots of hard work, and some people have to work harder than others.



I teared up when I saw Harper coming into the home stretch holding hands with the friend she has consistently run with in practice all year. They stayed together the entire race. Harper is so independent, sometimes to a fault, so this show of teamwork and mindfulness of the needs of others was beautiful to me.



Her beloved 3rd grade teacher, and current art teacher, Ms. Pf, dressed up as Stupendous Man from Calvin & Hobbes to honor the Super Hero race theme. We are so thankful for her.



Harper had her Science Fair on Monday. Her hypothesis was that male parakeets solve problems faster than female parakeets. She worked really hard (as did Hobbes, who proved her hypothesis correct) on her research, her written report, and her board. Other than a few minutes spent showing her how to use Word to type her report, I was completely uninvolved. I was so impressed with all of the experiments, and amazed at how much these fifth graders have grown, both physically and academically, this year.

 Now I need to go to the grocery store. My days alone are waning fast.

Bird eat bird. Also, Uranus.

A few weeks ago, we discovered this sharp-shinned hawk swooping around our neighborhood. He is very handsome, but we were troubled to find his diet consists primarily of small birds. We are just starting to get a wider variety of song birds to our feeders, including a pair of house finches, a pair of cardinals, and a little flock of waxwings. I wish the hawk would instead go hang out down the street in the Kroger parking lot and eat the grackles that keep stealing my suet. Sometimes I sit outside reading my newspaper, and when the grackles come I clap and clamor until they leave. One of our little neighbors was startled by this behavior and wanted to know why I was yelling at those black birds. I tried to explain to her why cardinals are better than grackles. It was an awkward conversation.

We went to the library a couple of weeks ago, and there were four large broods of Muscovy ducklings--probably 50 ducklings in all. They were adorable. We went back a few days later to visit them again, but there were just a few ducklings left, and several Muscovy mothers wandering around looking dazed and confused. We were puzzling over where all the darling babies had gotten off to when SUDDENLY, the biggest red-tailed hawk I've ever seen came swooping a couple of feet over my head and landed in a tree right next to us. The kids admired him for a minute, then I saw Harper realize what exactly was going on here, and she started yelling and chasing him off. He was a little sluggish, and flapped off very slowly, because he was FAT with ducklings. The natural world is brutal.


I finished another book this week. A Long Walk to Water by Linda Sue Park. It's a fictional story based on the real journey of one of the lost boys of Sudan. It is inspiring and convicting. Read it. Actually, go ahead and read anything by Linda Sue Park. I am also listening to Seven Women by Eric Metaxas. I just finished the chapter on Susannah Wesley. She was a marvel. When she needed a moment or two of escape from her NINETEEN children, she would sit down, pull her apron over her head, and pray. I think I am going to implement that strategy.

I want to remember that Harper asked to sit in my lap at church on Sunday. I love that she still does this. She is almost 5 feet tall, weighs just under 70 pounds, and her string bean legs dangle all the way to the floor. Sunrise, sunset...

Helena did a great job on her solar system presentation last Wednesday. She was well prepared this time, and her teacher told them beforehand in what order they would go. They were each assigned a particular planet to present, and she was Uranus. It never stopped being funny. I did manage to convince her not to start her presentation with, "I am Uranus!"  The Greek god that Uranus is named after is actually Ouranos. Why didn't they go with that spelling? Early astronomers had a scatological sense of humor, no doubt.

I finally started my Couch to 5K again this morning. I had to go all the way back to week 2, but my knee only hurt the tiniest bit, so I feel encouraged. That will have to be it for today. Two posts in a week, though!

Easter 2017: Burned Cross Buns

There is a patch of bluebonnets that pops up every year in front of the gym where our church meets. They were in full bloom about 3 weeks ago. We didn't get a family picture then, and we didn't get one yesterday. Thankfully, there are other ways to celebrate the resurrection.

We continued the hot cross buns tradition. I decided to make the real thing this year. YEAST IS SCARY. We made the dough Saturday night. The recipe told me I could refrigerate it overnight. Only the container I put it in apparently wasn't closed tightly enough, because when I got up early Sunday, there was a YEASTY DOUGH MONSTER oozing all over the middle tray of my refrigerator. I salvaged it, rolled out the dough, formed the rolls, let them rise AGAIN, and put them in the oven. AND set the timer for 30 minutes instead of 20. Sing with me?  Burned cross buns, burned cross buns, cuss cuss cuss cuss, cuss cuss cuss cuss, burned cross buns! Again, salvageable. When will I accomplish feats in the kitchen that don't necessitate words like "salvageable?" There's an Easter metaphor in there somewhere. The kids did their own icing crosses. I refrained from making any metaphorical speeches.

 Our church is going through lots of transition right now, and my friend Carrie still managed an egg hunt. Grandmother Pate made sure everyone had new finery.

 My friends Sarah and Emily used their patience and talent to prepare the kids for a sweet rendition of "Lamb of God." Their voices were accompanied by 8th grader Marco on violin, and 7th grader Daniel on cello. That's a hint of heaven, I am sure of it.

The husband made steaks and asparagus for lunch. He also cleaned up afterwards, while I took a little nap. These are the days, they really are.

Le pamplemousse! :What we've been reading, April 2017

The French word for grapefruit is PAMPLEMOUSSE! Isn't that delightful?? I discovered this during my morning labors translating classic French poetry. Hah! Not really. I use grapefruit spray to clean my kitchen counters, and apparently, this brand sells well amongst Le French.

I just finished a novel set during the German occupation of France in 1941: Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky. It is a terrific story, well told, but it ends abruptly. Why? Because the author, before she finished it, was arrested and deported to Auschwitz, where she died. That is a punch to the gut, isn't it?

To lift my spirits, I next read The Magnolia Story by the ever-ebullient Chip and Joanna Gaines. They are just delightful, those two. It was inspiring to read about all the hard work that has led to their success.

Hudson had a history project last week. He presented the life of William Wilberforce to his class (note to me: make him put his costume back on and GET A PICTURE!!) and he and I read a young adult biography out loud (William Wiberforce: Take Up the Fight by Janet and Geoff Benge) and I have also been listening to the Eric Metaxas biography, Amazing Grace: William Wiberforce and the Heroic Campaign to End Slavery in the car on the school commute. So, things have been WILBERFORCE-INTENSIVE. I think Hudson was a little overwhelmed with all the minutiae of British parliamentary procedure, and a little disappointed that Wilberforce's only weapon was his voice. I also scared the children by watching the movie with them and weeping through the entire ending scene. Bagpipes. Bravery. Jesus. Perseverance. Thanks for the encouragement, good sir. (sorry, children of mine, that I can't reign in the waterworks.)

We listened to Rascal by Sterling North on the school commute. It was really charming.The kids now want a baby pet raccoon. Sasha says NOPE, NOPE, and NOPE. We are finishing up Little Women, and while I am enjoying it, I don't like it nearly as much as Little Men. I am not sure what we will listen to next. Maybe The Incredible Journey?

We have not been consistent with reading at bedtime, which is why it is taking us a sweet forever to finish At the Back of the North Wind. I don't think any of us would be sad to abandon it actually. I want to love George MacDonald, but it is work.

In an effort to keep up with Harper, I read 2 YA books last week: The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind by William Kamkwamba, and Listening For Lions by Gloria Whelan. TBWHtW is a true story of an amazingly inventive, tenacious Malawian boy who uses garbage to create a windmill that generates electricity. I loved it--such an incredibly hopeful story, though the chapters that describe famine are painful to process. LFL is also set in Africa. It's a novel, and the protagonist is the daughter of a missionary doctor and nurse who die during the flu outbreak of 1919. There is a birding sub-plot that didn't get as much attention as Harper and I would have liked, but we both enjoyed it. I am so thrilled that my friend Natasha, who leads Harper's book club, has been so intent on exposing the girls to quality books that introduce them to cultures so different from their own little microcosm. I see it shaping Harper's view of the world, and that is thrilling.

Helena and I are finishing up On the Banks of Plum Creek for school and THANK THE CREATOR, the grasshoppers have finally marched west, and we can finally pay off the boughten boards and real windows. Hudson just finished The Treasure Seekers, and the book party was last week. He dressed up as a bottle of Castilian Amoroso. To which I say bless our little classical education hearts. But sending a kid-sized bottle of sherry to a Christian school is a pretty SWEET moment, I can't lie.

I have also read a couple of self helpish/mothering books this month: Cleaning House: A Mom's 12 Month Experiment to Rid Her Home of Youth Entitlement, and I'm Happy For You: Finding Contentment in a Culture of Comparison, both by Kay Willis Wyma. The first one had some specific strategies I might try this summer. I bought Mere Motherhood: Morning Times, Nursery Rhymes, and My Journey Toward Sanctification by Cindy Rollins at the Circe booth at the homeschool convention. I've only just started it, but I think it's going to be helpful. I also just started a book about de-cluttering, and I think we KNOW that is going to fix all my problems right up.

Okay, enough. We took a hike at Cullinan Park last Saturday. This is one of my favorite views. Just my guys, strolling along.