I had to write it down

After a really good sunday school lesson on geneology last week, I decided I've really been missing the boat on my own family history. I definately need to be better. And I loved the comment, "you can't wait till your a grandma to start, then you'll be the oldest and there won't be anyone else to ask anything." This is so true. I'm totally missing out! And so is my posterity! So this is my attempt to be better. I won't be good at it and I'll always forget to write things down, but today I'm going to write this:

River came home from school today with a decorated halloween cookie. It was really cute! I asked him if his teacher made the cookies and brought them to school? He said no, "we made them AT school!" (He gets so funny when he's serious and trying to be right. It makes me smile!) Grandma Kathy asked, "do you have an oven at school?" He said, "no, actually you made it mom, and I snook it in the middle of the night and took it to school!!!"

It wasn't so much the word "snook" (even tho when I type it, I'm laughing again!) as the way he says such grown up (in his mind) words! Kathy and I couldn't help but giggle. And I wanted him to say it again because it was so cute, but I didn't want to embarrass him. He was so serious again and I wanted him to be right. He didn't know that "snook" isn't a word. We were just laughing because he is so dang cute! If only he could be 5 forever!

Thanks Kathy for encouraging me to keep a notebook. I think I will and I promise to try really hard.

Did I tell you about the time I locked myself in the chicken coop?

So, It's early in the morning and I need an egg. Woosh, wind blows the latch down. Lock tight. No escape. It's freezing cold, I'm in my robe and slippers (duh) and the kids are about to wake up. No use sreaming, the kids sleep like the dead and no neighbors for 4 acres on all sides. No, I have to cram my body through the chicken size door from the sheltered side to the ouside mesh side. Scratch my head. Scratch my face. Scratch my arms. Scratch my back and crush my ribs (all of them) not to mention all the chicken crap I'm crawling through and the stupid chickens that are staring at me like I'M the idiot. Suddenly I'm half my original size, but I'm out. THEN I have to jam my fingers through the wire mesh, rip off all the skin (every finger) pop a knuckle, barely reach the lock, slide it over, pull my bloody fingers back through the cheese grater wire mesh, pop my knuckle back in, push the door open and POOF, I'm out. Yay. Smelly, poopy, bloody fingered and all scratched up. You cannot EVEN imagine my relief. Worst day of my life. Hopefully, the funniest day of yours!
Had to be there.