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Schooling two active boys has never been more... interesting. That's the word I'm looking for!
I love my boys! God has given them the blessing of strong, active bodies and minds. We continually pray the first will remain intact, and the second will remain engaged with Him first, and then the school work. You'll meet my sweet sons, both entirely different, but both loving God to the best of their ability in the way He made them. I lovingly refer to them as my Bell Pepper Boy and my Habanero or Hambone. That should say it all!
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Every once in a while I'll try to capture something I don't want to forget. I hope you find things you enjoy. Please let me know if you do!
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- Mystery of History vol. 1
- Saxon 5/4
- Horizons Grade 2
- A Beka Language
- Spelling Power
- Apologia Zoology 1
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- The Bible
- Adam and His Kin by Beechick
- It by Groeschel
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Mom, I Want. . .
Posted in Boy Things
A donkey? Help! It went a little like this . . . .
Habanero: Mom, I want a donkey.
Me: You do?
Habanero: Yes, Mom. They are so c-u-u-u-u-ute. I want one.
Me: Well, we have a few problems with a donkey here, son. See, they are farm animals, and we are not allowed to have farm animals here. It's in the city ordinances. No farm animals.
Habanero: But, can't we have a small one? Don't they make small donkeys? Can we hatch one, and then find a home for it when it grows? We can just grow one, can't we?
Me: Ummm. Son, we can't hatch one, since they are not birds. (Note to self: be sure to study Zoology 3 soon.) We are unable to have a donkey . . . or to grow one. I'm sorry.
Habanero went off to spend time with his brother after all the disappointment. Together they re-hashed the news. Older brother, in his great wisdom, suggested some other species for pets.
Habanero: Mom, are horses okay?
Me: No, sorry. Still a farm animal.
Habanero: How about mules?
Me: Definitely a farm animal. I'm sorry.
Habanero: I really want a donkey, Mom.
I pulled out the big guns for this conversation at this point, knowing my whole day could be a conversation about donkeys very soon.
Me: Son, we have dogs. If we took all of the doo-doo from our dogs that would make just *one* doo-doo from a donkey. Do you think that would be good in our yard? Who will pick that up? And the food for a donkey is likely to be more than what our dogs eat each day, too.
Habanero: Well, if we feed the donkey less, it will poop less. Right?
Me: (Oh, my-y-y-y-y-y. He is nothing if not persistent.) No, son. We don't feed a donkey based on our preference for doo-doo. We feed the animal what it needs to live. What it does naturally makes the animal a fit for our home or not. Or, in our case, the city government makes the decision for us.
Habanero: But, their faces are so cute, Mom!
Me: I will agree that their faces are cute, son. It's the other end that is probably our biggest concern. I love you, son.
Welcome to my world, friends! Just because God spoke through a donkey and Jesus rode one into Jerusalem doesn't make the species as a whole "special" enough for my home, right? *sigh*
Have a fabulous Wednesday, friends!
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Well, they ARE cute!!! LOL