It’s a Girl!

It’s not often one walks up on a cow in labor but yesterday was my lucky day! Typically, a laboring Mamma will seclude herself, but not this one. She was standing with the herd devouring the roll of hay, laboring away. Once the calf dropped, she had an audience, some even helped clean off the mucus. Hubby & I watched the entire birth. It was beautiful and nerve wracking all at the same time. Here, she’s trying out her new legs.

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When a Teenager Shows You Up

Whenever we leave the farm, we traverse along a pigtrail that seldom gets much attention. It’s bumpy, washed out in places, and ….so, so annoying. I am not in a pleasant mood when I have to drive up & down the driveway several times in one day. When I’m the passenger, I get all bent out of shape. I huffff & pufff because my body doesn’t move as easily to the bouncing, anymore. If you’re the driver, it’s a bit more comfortable because you’re hanging on to the steering wheel for dear life balance, but everyone else is jostled around, hanging on to their hats. Notebooks are slung to the floorboard, and my cup….my covered water cup bounces around in the cup holder. We all breathe a sigh of silent relief when it’s over.

Yesterday was nothing new. We left for co-op on time and made our way to the smooth county road where we could, at the very least, speed up to 60 40mph. Just as we let out our big “that’s over” sigh…Dad’s text reminded us that we forgot something.

As we climbed our way back up the hill, Douglas, with stern, determined gesture, finally grabbed my water cup and put it in a safer place. After all, he’d already had to keep it safe going down the hill, going back up was about to take him over the edge. {giggle}

In a brilliant, teachable, spiritual-training Mom-Moment I said:

“You know….when I was a young wife, I never expected this ol’ driveway would be this way after 14 years.”. . .
“I thought a lot of things would be different, in fact.”
“But, as the years have passed, the LORD has taught me that I’ve gotta be grateful for what He chooses to provide, ….and those He chooses not to.”

Good, huh? Because I’m spiritually seasoned like that.
A mature Mom who’s got it goin’ on.

[SILENCE]

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Finally, my strong, wise-beyond-his-years, Son says:

“Well there’s a big difference between saying something with our mouths and owning it in our hearts, Mom.”

[O.U.WWWWW.I.C.H]

Go. And be grateful, today. Don’t let your teenager show you up. Be strong!

While the majority of the population was glued to the screens watching the NFL playoffs, yesterday. My bored, sweet, ambitious, busy, Youngest helped me make lesson plans and prepare for today’s Zoology class. We decided to go ahead and do a test run on the activity and make our own insects out of modeling clay. The basic idea is that a true insect has three body parts (head, thorax, and abdomen) and six legs. It’s interesting to discover just how many creatures aren’t really classified as insects, at all. Think spiders, centipedes, and scorpions. {shudder}

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Laura’s Insect

Laura’s insect has wings, as many do at some point during their life.

He also has a happy smile. 🙂

She named him, Theo.

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My Insect

And, here’s mine. I thought he should have big eyes. An insect’s eyes are made up of hundreds of tiny little lenses and each one of those lenses sees a separate image.

And did you know that you can drown an insect, then completely cover it with salt, wait five to ten minutes and the little guy will come back to life?!?! It’s because they’re able to close the spiracles in their abdomen when faced with a heavy rain or other unfortunate meetings with water (i.e., science teachers & their students) Once they’re dry enough they open the spiracles and are able to breathe, again. Pretty cool, huh?

They also come back to life after being in extremely cold temperatures. Why is this, class??

Because they are cold-blooded.

I wonder why we use the male gender to describe insects? He, Him, Little Guy. 🙂

As much as I think insects are interesting, I have to say I truly love my 3rd, 4th, & 5th graders so much more. They’re still so excited about life at this age. I can hardly get a word in during class because they have so many stories to tell me about bugs, insects, and creatures with a random story about the weekend thrown in. I’m constantly reminding them that it’s my turn to talk. I love their joy. I love their enthusiasm. I love their smiles.

A far cry from teachings High Schoolers. #DeadSilence