Thursday, May 22, 2014
Half marathon! And some other stuff
First things first. I ran the Marine Corps Half Marathon last Sunday, and it went pretty well! I did it in 2 hrs 4 mins, which was 4 mins slower than the last (and sole) time I ran a half... In 2004. Before kids. So overall, I thought that was pretty good for a comeback run. And - bonus - it was pretty fun, a gorgeous day, and I only had a little bit of hip pain. So I was glad I did it.

Baking with the littles (Goose insisted on sprinkles in the chocolate chip cookies):
Final AWANA ceremony last night: here are the three kids getting their end-of-year awards. The couple giving Roo her are our friends who are also hosting a Latvian boy through Project 143 (theirs is a 12-year-old with a vision impairment).



Here's a language-learning effort, "fruit" in Latvian

And rounding it out… here's Monkey playing badminton at cub scouts this week (evidently he's pretty good):

Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Happenings around here
We play Sleeping Queens every day before rest time, the Goose and I:
Strawberry-picking field trip yesterday morning with the youngest two. They were quite keen:

There was a new baby calf at the farm where we picked. Here Mouse looks on:
Roo had her choir recital on Sunday night, at which she excelled. She enjoyed it more than her fall performance:

Burn pile! The (newly-clean-shaven) HF oversaw a weekend fire with assistance from the oldest two:

Monkey is coming along with his soccer this spring. Here he was making a goal kick at the game on Saturday:

Last week we had the Mother's Day tea at Goose's preschool. So much fun! Relished the special time with my adorable four-year-old. She had helped bake the items we ate and made gorgeous crafts. Love.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Tribute to Angus
Angus. On Sunday we lost This Dog.
How do you sum up the life of one who has meant so much to you? To HF, his true owner, who chose him and groomed him and made him - in some ways - who he was? To four small children who knew him and loved him before he could speak? Whom he let climb all over him and lead him around on a leash and dress him up in hats and capes?
There was never a dog like Angus, a dickens of a dog who was loving and loyal as the day is long… and yet had an unparalleled knack for mischief and for knowing how to exert maximal annoyance with minimal effort (when he wanted to. Especially for his mom). And to injure himself and become unwell, occasionally, in the most expensive ways possible. The torn ACL. The ripped meniscus. The mouse-poison ingestion. The gorge-on-chicken-feed-mold episode. The ear infection leading to surgery.
The dog could eat any other living animal under the table, especially when it was prized baked goods made by his parents for other purposes. He could find ways to drag any type of food from the pantry - cans and all - into his run and get into it, even canned foods. He had a particular love for ingesting dirty socks and crayons.
Angus was an amazing hunter and bird dog; his pointing skills were renowned. He could never let a thrown bumper pass him up for swimming, and would jump in to retrieve it till he was so tired he could barely walk. He loved to run the bag fields and chase chickens. He loved to charge the front door to 'welcome' any guest coming in.
Most loyal friend for 11+ years, his passing shocked us and rocked our family. The hole Angus leaves in our hearts is deep beyond the telling, and we will always miss him.
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