Tonight Cassie sang (sort of) "happy birthday to you" and handed me a large wooden bead. I asked if it was a cake or a present.
"A pessent."
"What kind of present?"
"Cake."
Camie was laughing hard at her cute little sister. And so was her Mamma.
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The other morning Matt and I were trying to sleep in. Lissy came to the door and said, "I made you a surprise, Daddy." He told her we'd see it in a while. I could smell toast, so I knew she was making us some breakfast, five-year-old style. A few minutes later I could smell a burned smell and thought it was the toast. Then I heard Camie's voice saying something about eggs. Oh no. She was cooking us some eggs on the griddle. She's helped me cook them before, and I've even let her do it on her own with me watching off to the side, but this was the first time she'd been an unsupervised chef. Matt got up and reported tiredly, "There's smoke in the house." The butter had gotten too hot, but she did a great job frying the eggs...all 10 or 12 of them. I asked her how she got the griddle down off the top of the fridge where it is kept.
"I didn't. Micah and Lissy did."
I didn't even ask how. I really didn't want to know that.
Lissy had set the table with plates, silverware, thickly buttered toast, and juice and milk. As the eggs were done, Camie would put one on a plate, and Lissy would trek to the table where she'd dump it on a plate at the table. Matt had about 6 fried eggs on his plate and the rest of us had 1-2. Micah was in charge of cracking the eggs (Camie had to point this out so I'd know it was his fault she'd cooked so many.). Lissy even cooked an eggshell, the entire thing, crumbled, but held together by the membrane inside it. Obviously, cooking just plain ol' eggs had gotten boring and it was time to experiment. Matt and I bragged on what a good job they'd done with all of it (minus the eggshell), how pleased we were that there were no eggshell pieces in our eggs. Camie told me after breakfast that she felt so big when we were talking about her.
I guess she was still on a high the next morning. Because about 7:00 she was at it again. It was 14 eggs this time. Matt told me she said she dropped one after it was cooked, but put it back on the griddle to kill any germs. It was my egg. I told him my appetite for fried eggs wasn't very big to begin with, but it was quickly going way down. The dog had a hearty breakfast that day and I told Camie that about 7 eggs would probably be plenty for all of us because there's not a whole lot you can do with leftover fried eggs.
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Today we had a Bible lesson on obedience. I explained to the kids that this week, as I see them obeying Daddy and me, I'll put a sticker on our Obedience Chart (blue construction paper with the word "obedience" written in green color, the writing instrument I had closest at the time). At the end of the week when our chart was full of stickers, there'll be a treat.
Camie, all enthusiastic now that treats were involves, blurted out, "We'll go somewhere! Like on a cruise!"
Actually I was thinking icecream at home.~~~~
The "going on a cruise" comment came up because the kids and I have recently talked about fun "one day maybe we can..." ideas. Disney world has also come up. My kids really have no idea what Disney World is, except a fun place to play. We were in the mall a few weeks ago and passed the entrance to Chuck E Cheese. They plastered their faces against the glass and Lissy yelled out, "Look! Disney World!" I told my friend Becky, whose family has gone 2 or 3 times (to DW) and she said, "Hey, you had a good thing going there." I told her I'd look like such a generous mom when I could say, "Okay, load up in the van. It's off to Disney World again! Let's sing the theme song: C-H-U-C-K-Y M-O-U-S-E, Chucky Mouse!"
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A couple of weeks ago some of the kids and I were eating. I heard Buddy the dog barking, then some sort of odd squeaking noises, like a rusty swingset. I figured it was just a toy noise mixed in with all the other house noises, making it hard to identify. Then I head it again and realized it was in the back yard. I looked outside and saw three very big white birds on our grass. When I called Matt in the room to see them (I thought they were geese or white turkeys or something) he told me they were guinea hens. A few seconds later another flew in. He got on the phone and called a man that lives through the woods and across the creek from us to ask if they were his. They weren't and none of our other neighbors (our family) knew whose they were. We fed them some bird seed and enjoyed watching them run 
around like a herd of sheep, all moving the same direction as the leader. Lissy was determined to touch them and spent a while chasing them around, giggling. Cassie was content to say, "Here, birdie birdie." After a while they wandered up the driveway, where I assumed they would become roadkill on the highway. The next day my sis-in-law/neighbor called and said they'd shown up at her house and hung out for a while, but were gone the next day. They never returned here, so it appears they're just free-loaders.
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| Cassie, not pleased that an older sister had prevented her from getting close to the birdies. |
Matt started summer courses at William Carey University in Hattiesburg tonight. I've got a childhood friend coming to visit tomorrow with her new little baby boy. And we're excitedly counting down the days till August 9th, when Becky's family is supposed to be here for a week. She and I spent our teen years visiting each other's homes (from New Jersey to Mississippi) at least once a year, sometimes twice, for about 2 weeks at the time. It's been almost 7 years since we've seen each other. Are we a little giddy about this upcoming visit? Yup, we sho' is.
So that's the latest happenings at the Morris Ranch.
~Rose
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