Oakley’s 9th birthday party plan: Decorate houses. Eat cookies. Play soccer.
Oakley’s 10th birthday party plan: Repeat.
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Oakley’s 9th birthday party plan: Decorate houses. Eat cookies. Play soccer.
Oakley’s 10th birthday party plan: Repeat.
Here’s how we ended the fall soccer season in Atlanta the first weekend of December:
Was it worth it? Just look at their faces below:
Many of you lovely readers are the same folks who come to visit our house on occasion… and if you’re visiting our house, you may well find yourself out back with the chickens, for a visit of course.
Well, if you go back there, you may see this new contraption attached to their coop. Big, white, and much like a spider web, our new fence keeps the chickens in and everything else out. And do you know how it does this my friends? Electricity. That’s right, our fence goes, “Zap!”
A fence such as this one deserves respect, but not fear. If you’re wearing shoes (which I recommend… or even boots… which you can find in the greenhouse), it’s not possible for enough electricity to pass through you to really hurt. Mind you, you still get a shock, like a big one from static electricity, so it isn’t fun, but it’s OK.
Note: If you allow all of the current to pass through you, you can hurt yourself. Not that I’ve done this before (ahem, uh, well, maybe, twice), but if you hold the fence in one hand and the alligator clip in another, all of the current passes through you and you are prone to make involuntary noises of pain. I do not recommend this.
Our family (starting with Tim’s parents and maybe even before) holds hands and sings a prayer before dinner. (So consider yourself warned if you ever join us for dinner.) Perhaps the most beloved song is the one we call “Johnny Appleseed”. The tradition is that the youngest member of the family is given the opportunity to solo on the word appleseed. Well, back in 2004, as Oakley was still learning the song, the following was our version…
All: Oh, the Lord is good to me
All: And so I thank the Lord
All: For giving me the things I need
All: The sun, the rain, and the…
Aspen (then almost 4 years old): Say ‘apple’, Oakley
Oakley (then almost 2 years old): Apple!
Aspen: Say ‘seed’, Oakley
Oakley: Seed!
Aspen: The Lord is good to me.
Oakley: Amen
Lou got placed on the red team this fall in U-7 soccer. Tim was the coach.
“Bologna” got chosen as the team name. Yes, really. We had a mystery meat as our mascot.
Tim got to sing “My Bologna” to the tune of “My Sharona“.
And I got these pictures of Lou’s flying hair, high socks, and soccer moves.
It’s rare these days to see Oakley with her hair down. It’s normally slicked back into a low ponytail. With that she also sports a headband made out of soccer prewrap – in purple, of course. After a long day of school and soccer practice, it usually looks something like this.
Last Tuesday was picture day at school. Oakley came down for breakfast with her hair done as usual. I thought about saying something. But then thought better of it. I like her hair like that. More importantly, she likes it – and does it herself. And, besides, I already had these pictures that Tim took in late September. No ponytail. No prewrap. What’s the special occasion? Uncle Doug and Torey’s rehearsal dinner.