Country Living {At the Creek}
A couple weeks ago I woke up and thought, “I want to take the kids to the creek and let them swim for the first time this year.” Since I homeschool, I had grand plans of getting school done early, packing a small lunch and heading out with them to the creek just down the road.
Upon their waking up I announced my grandiose idea and then stepped back waiting for the squeals of excitement followed by “WE LOVE YOU MOM, YOU’RE THE BEST!” What I got was: “That would be fun.”, “Can we wait until Nate and Lexi get out of school so they can go too?” I was a tad bit disappointed, but I was humbly reminded that it wasn’t about me…They wanted to bring cousins/friends. I called my sister and asked if the kids had plans after school and if she thought that they would be interested in going. She was like, “No, we don’t have plans, they will like that.”
About 3 hours later I got a call from her saying,”Okay, bring stuff for salad, Brian and I are coming and bringing Sonic ice, mom and dad are coming and bringing salad stuff too. We are going to do dinner down there!” I must interject that this is one of the reasons that I love living on the hill with my family close…we have a lot of unplanned outings together. (As I am typing this, with all of the storms surrounding us, I just got a phone call that said we were all headed up to mom’s to hang out and keep an eye out on the storms!)
So we loaded up the truck and headed to the creek, twin bridges that is, swimming hole and gummy bears!
When we got there, we unloaded the chairs, the kids and set up the country salad spread.
Now you may be wondering what the adorable little ‘Flat Stanley’ is doing in the photos. I am currently in possession of him as a favor to my best friends son. He has been on several adventures with us already and was very excited to be a part of the creek outing!
After eating a bite, the kids got in the creek to swim, but that only lasted a short time, it was still a little chilly. Soon they were all lined up and throwing rocks toward the bluff.
They started throwing rocks into the water, then Dad started tossing up bigger rocks and the kids tried hitting it with smaller rocks before it splashed into the water. Then Harmony suggested that they throw with their left hands (Nate with his right), and we laughed SO hard! It was like a bunch of little T-rexs trying to throw..so funny and very entertaining. Things started winding down, but then these guys made an appearance. . .
You can get them at Sam’s Club for about $6 a bag, and totally worth every penny! Brian started tossing them up and the kids were catching them in their mouths. Pretty soon Dad and I joined the fun…this video was the result: (apologies for not knowing how to get it embedded here so you don’t have to click the link to go there, but believe me, it’s worth it!)
Keep an eye out for my dad who is tossing up his OWN gummy bears after he rubs the dirt off them in the background. PRICELESS!
That about sums it up, a lot of gummy bears bit the dust, great memories were made and fun was had by all!
“Little Poopie”…It’s catchy, be careful!
Here is a little bit lighter of a topic for today: I am going to share a few poems with you, but first you need the background story. . .
The year was 1999, me (7 months pregnant with Garrett) and my husband of 4 years moved in with my parents while we waited for our house to be built. My father worked for the Navigators, and met with men one on one to disciple and encourage them in their walk with the Lord. It just so happened that the best time for him to meet with guys was for breakfast before they headed to work. SO, my dad would get up around 5 am and leave the house. My bladder (since I was ‘with child’) usually woke me up shortly after he left each morning. Once entering the facilities, I was greeted with a little, shall we say ‘friend’ every morning in the potty from my dad! Being ‘with child’, one is less likely to be tactful about things of this nature and after about a week I explained to him one night over dinner that I didn’t want to flush his waste every morning!!!
His response to me at dinner was a smile, and on the toilet seat the next morning I found a piece of paper with a poem written on it (with said ‘friend’ looking at me)
In a rush, no time to flush.
Don’t say a word, just flush the turd!
Left for work, could do no other,
If I pulled the handle,
I’d have waked your mother.
~Signed: The Bathroom Poet
Needless to say, I awoke her with my laughter! However, he was just getting started!
The following morning this greeted my eyes . . .
Little poopie in the pot,
Should I flush or should I not.
It’s covered with water
And doesn’t stink.
My mind is whirling
And I can’t think.
To flush it now could be a mistake.
For people in the house it might awake.
I have decided , I’ll flush it down,
Before I leave and go to town.
If it wakes you up I am so sorry.
At least you heard the whole of the story.
It wasn’t careless and without a thought.
That I flushed this poopie down the pot.
~Signed: The Bathroom Poet
I WAS ROLLING! He is just so witty and hilarious sometimes…
Mom and I got together after breakfast that morning, and we decided to attempt to write one of our own and this was the result:
My writing ability does not compare
To the Bathroom Poet who is losing his hair.
But I shall try my very best,
In doing this I do not jest.
My thanks to you the Poetry nerd,
For flushing down the morning turd!
A few days later (after a few days of silence), this was the last I heard from “The Bathroom Poet”.
Little poopie in the stool,
Waiting here for my whirlpool.
He pulled the lever, soon I’ll be,
Slipping, sliding, filled with glee.
Here it comes, “Oh what a blast”
Down the chute and sewer at last.
The rides a kick, but when it ends,
I float around with all my friends!
~Signed: The Bathroom Poet
My dad kept the original copies all these years and photocopied them for me at Thanksgiving a few years ago so I could relive the ‘good ole’ days! I bet he didn’t think that they would end up on a public website for everyone to read!! Ha ha.
Oh, and if you visit this entry and don’t have SOME kind of comment, you just aren’t human!
I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed remembering them!
