Here it comes, the October super post. Oops. Guess it’s November. See how that happens. Anyway, grab an iced tea and sit back.
Grace celebrated her NINTH birthday in October. We have had some giganitic birthdays and some small birthdays. Last year we had the first ever haunted trail for her birthday/Halloween party with more than thirty kids plus parents. This year we took it down a notch and had a sleepover. Fear not kidlets, next year the Haunted Trail is back on the agenda and it’s going to be SCARY! Some of the kids complained because it was not scary.
Trust me. We can DO scary. Just. You. Wait.
Sorry, Marah, you may have to go through in daylight.
Not to say there weren’t a few scary moments during the birthday party. Like the lead photo above. Or this…
Somebody LOVES him some sleepovers. Bryon always wants to sneak outside Grace’s bedroom window, stick this face against the glass and scare the crap out of them but I won’t let him. Maybe when they are teenagers. Or have already watched Salem’s Lot which is the very reason I can’t sleep with the blinds open.
As a former teacher, I know that free time is your enemy with a room or a houseful of kids, so I planned some activities.
I bought shirts for them all and they decorated them with Sharpies. This is a cool activity Grace learned at summer camp and we’ve used it several times since.
They had some very creative results!
I also bought little pumpkins and they each carved one.
It was messy but they had fun. Grace’s molded in two days.
Gotta love a vampire pumpkin.
Of course they stayed up ridiculously late. They also slept upstairs in the playroom for the first time. Did I mention the playroom is DIRECTLY over our bedroom? Yeah, we heard every thump, bump and giggle. Which were many.
Nine is a pretty good age.
My hens are old and lazy. I’ve been getting one egg a day until recently. Now I get NO eggs a day. In August we tried incubating some eggs and ONE hatched out. You can read that post and see the chick’s birth here.
Then I bought it some friends. That post is here.
A few weeks ago, Bryon and Grace gathered up the new chicks for me and tossed them in with the old to get acquainted. They still aren’t exactly friends, but we haven’t lost any of them. I left them cooped up together for the first three days. The first night after it got dark, I went to count and make sure they were all back in the coop together.
Yep, twelve chickens. Just like I had hoped.
I shut the coop door and said goodnight.
About an hour later, Bryon hollered from the bathroom that I had a chicken squawking outside the window.
Erm, not I didn’t. I cooped them all up.
I went outside to investigate. Nothing. No squawking. No chicken.
I went back to the coop and counted again. Yep, twelve chickens, just like I… wait a minute. Where’s the little Buff Orphington? The one chick we HATCHED? Not there.
I have thirteen chickens.
We all three looked with flashlights for the little buff but no luck. I hoped it had roosted in a tree somewhere and would make it through the night, because there was nothing else to do. I wasn’t going to leave the coop door open for it and leave all of the rest of them in danger.
The next morning, the buff was trying to get into the old coop and was very happy to join it’s friends.
They’ve all made it back into the coop every night since.
I guess we both learned a lesson that night.
Grace has become quite the little basketball player. A couple of the Niangua dads have been coaching them now for two years and their little team has really improved.
They even have REAL uniforms now which makes them much more intimidating than they really are.
We told Grace we’d pay her a buck a basket. This last session of six week ball we paid out a total of five bucks. I know it will get more and more expensive but it seems to be a good motivator. I was never very good at sports. I’m glad she is and is interested. The good thing about playing sports in a small-town school is if you are on the team you WILL get to play. Every game.
We have a break until January (a short basketball camp in a couple of weeks) then it’s back at it.
For Halloween this year we went on a Haunted Float with our friends Lynsey & Brayden. It was the first year for the canoe rental place to host the float so it had a bit to be desired. The Type A part of me had an entire list of suggested improvements for them but I resisted. Not. My. Baby.
I had to repeat that to myself a few times.
On actual Halloween we all three dressed up and hit the good churches and neighborhoods. I made an unfortunate shoe choice so I waited in the car most of the night until it was time to go eat Chinese food.
Still, I looked good. We all did.
NIANGUA RED RUN
Grace and I participated in the Niangua Red Run. I walked. Still I totally beat Grace and the chick with the stroller so WIN! Bryon had to work or he would have been there too. The run was a fundraiser for playground equipment. One boy in Grace’s class one the whole thing! He’s smokin’ fast!
We are NOT smokin’ fast. Or at least I am not smokin’ fast.
This may be why.