A Week, Briefly (6/28/21)

 We found the backpack stashed in the woods.  It contained:
     underwear
     a sweatshirt
     a change of clothing
     a pear
     an apple
     5 squares of toilet paper
     2 butter knives
     2 raw eggs
     2 granola bars
 
Even when presented with the evidence, Brother, Ladybug, and Beowulf denied any knowledge of what happened, but we persisted, and eventually the story came out.
 
Brother was the mastermind with Ladybug and Beowulf his unwilling partners.  (We assume sibling loyalty played a part.)
 
The plan was to run away over the weekend.
 
We. Had. No. Idea.
 
The tip off clue was discovered when Sir Walter Scott picked up the bucket of eggs he'd collected and thought there were more a little while earlier.  He mentioned them to me as I made dinner, and we were both ready to write them off as a poor memory moment . . . or as a theft we'd never get to the bottom of (a very normal occurrence in our house).

But something (dare I call it inspiration?) caused us to investigate rather more persistently than usual.

Everyone is safely at home.

They are all under 24/7 watch.

Because eloping when raging is one thing.

And planned escape is another.

I wonder if some camping is in order to satisfy their need for adventure.

Good news this week is that the unending rain finally ended on Friday.  I'd happily share our rain with the desperately dry western states!  

Tuesday morning it was raining too hard for me to chase them down to the creek to get pictures of them actually swimming, but I caught them as they ran off in the downpour to make the most of the rushing water.

 
Our garden has certainly loved the water, and now that the sun is out, all of these lovely tomatoes can ripen sweetly.

The second-to-last set of geography books for our school year.  Not pictured is My Painted House, My Friendly Chicken, and Me--one of my favorite picture books.

Our ever-so-generous ministering couple dropped off 2 big bags of fruit and veggies and peanut butter and googly eyes with inspiring pictures of insects and animals made of produce.  We set right to work making the most of this gift!




One baby feeding another. 💗💗💗

Ta-Da!!!!  She finished!!!!!!!!   As a naturally gifted writer, she found the exercises and prescription assignments confining and frustrating.  However, the research, reading, and actual writing was incredibly good for her.  I think she learned a lot.

 Our evening read aloud right now is Bambi.  It has few similarities to the Disney movie of the same name.  :)  It's a very anti-hunting (we are not anti-hunting), pro-nature (we are pro-nature) read with anthropomorphized, noble animals.  It is amazing that a book with very little plot and so much description can hold the kids as powerfully as this one does.  I like reading it for this very reason. 
 
We're celebrating the 4th of July with church, where we will thank God for our freedoms and blessings, and later a campfire with s'mores and sparklers in the driveway. 

Happy Independence Day!!

Comments

  1. grtlyblesdJuly 5, 2021 at 8:30 PM

    1) jaw drop - how scary!
    2) I'm so glad you included the list of contents. The 5 squares of TP (for 3 people!) made me giggle.
    3) What a fun blessing, both the produce, and the experience.

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  2. TristanJuly 6, 2021 at 3:26 PM

    My heart dropped as I read the list. It just is so hard to be aware and help them understand just how unsafe running away would be. Definitely some inspiration. Praying for you all!

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  3. DawnJuly 18, 2021 at 6:13 AM

    Praying for you all. I think the idea of camping may help a bit, but sounds super exhausting for the parents. Have you thought of alarming their bedrooms? That is a better thought out runaway bag than our daughter ran away with at 13. She didn't have nearly as many well thought out things and thought she was going to get from North Carolina to Washington, D.C. on $13. Praying for you.
    Blessings, Dawn

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