Our last trip to Arkansas yielded some very nice firsts! We had the chance to break in this nifty Lodge grill for instance. It was love at first breakfast, the charcoal starter thing-y had us up and scrambling eggs before I could finish slicing bagels – THAT’S FAST! Normally my problem with charcoal grills is all the waiting but this thing makes it a breeze!
This was the first time we were able to sleep in the house (on the floor), eat in the house, go to the bathroom in the house (figured out the toilet has a crack though), wash out dishes in the house, clean ourselves at the house (sort of) – in short we were able to be at Addie’s without leaving for anything!
That left more time for exploring!
As we were walking the land behind Addie’s we came upon this creek. When we visit Addie’s we usually have a LONG list of stuff we’d like to get done and most of the time the kids are working right along with us. So when the opportunity to take a muddy break presented itself I couldn’t say no. Watching my kids negotiate this very wild, non-manicured, non-saftey checked creek was the best part although I’m sure my kids would disagree. Armed with a stick to check for snakes (water moccasins would be common) and check water depth they very carefully explored. It took 5 minutes just to get used to the squish of the creek bottom and non-stop bugs swarming them and the cool temperature of the water. They became pretty bold after that though, testing that tiny vine as a swing (above), exploring deeper waters, so much braver than their mom! We still had to walk back to the house after this creek adventure which brings me to a product review.
The kids received these LL Bean boots as a Christmas present. They are expensive and not many boots can do what the Bean boot does….or is supposed to do – good for walking, perfect for wet ground, really, really good looking. The only thing I can stand by is the way they look, they are a very handsome boot. But getting them on and off is a pain and walking in them is a nightmare – two things that put them in the NOT buy again category. What I’ll try in the future are another pair of Blundstones (you totally saw that coming I’m sure) worked over with a little magical product called Obenauf’s. Although not marketed for waterproofing, with trial and error we’ve found it to be a good protector of the already water resistant Blundstone boot. Perhaps we’ll need rain boots for the crazy wet days but for day to day needs, we’re back to Blundstone.
The work at Addie’s still overwhelms me, there’s so much to do, so much for me to learn. But one day, I’m hoping to sit down at a table like the one below, with friends and family and tell stories of our early misadventures with this land and this whole process and marvel at how far we’ve come. Sounds good right?!
Back in Arkansas our projects continue. The very first time I visited Arkansas a fire was involved. At that point in my life, fires were something to be avoided at all costs, something scary and dangerous, the only fires I saw growing up were in fire places. So at the age of twenty five when my soon to be husband took me to met his grandparents in Arkansas I was not sure what to think when “burning the brush pile” was on the agenda of our visit. Coincidentally, this first fire took place behind Addie’s, my husband’s family gathered together to clear out the damage done by folks who had been renting the sweet old house and then set it all ablaze in the back yard. Is this good for the environment? No. Is this how they do it in the country? Yes. Is it exciting? YES!
We made a burn line so the fire was unable to jump into the forest and we manned different parts of the fire armed with shovels, our faces covered with masks or bandanas, ready to smother any fire that looked uncontrolled. I thought the whole thing was wonderful, the purposeful work, everyone coming together to help, the efficiency of the fire. I didn’t think years later we’d replicate almost an identical scenario with our own little family but that’s exactly how it happened. Over a decade passed since that first fire and in the meantime, Addie’s house was ignored, brush grew and took over what once was a meadow and fruit orchard. From time to time a family member would drop by and attempt to control the overgrowth, cutting brush and piling back in that same spot in the back yard, over the years the pile grew and grew. When my husband and I decided it was time to tackle this pile it was mammoth. We called in some help, waited for the right conditions, grabbed a little diesel and a lighter and got started. The kids categorize this day as “the best day ever”. They covered themselves in soot, helped light fires, fanned flames, smothered errant flames, burned the bottom of their boots, smiling and sweating all the way. They felt powerful and helpful and they were! It was the type of experience we hoped our kids would gain in Arkansas and they are ready for more.
Over a year ago I did a post on what 6 and 8 looks like and it’s something I find myself going back to read over and over. So before these years pass me by here’s a snapshot of 7 and 9.
My 9 year old daughter now poses for pictures, she talks about how the zoo offends her, “I mean what if you were a lion, do you want a million kids passing by and tapping on the glass while you are bored out of your mind?!?! It’s just wrong.” She’s ready for more independence, walks around the neighborhood by herself, bikes to the park on her own, wants more time with her peers. She still likes a hug first thing in the morning. She still has her brother sleep over every night on the couch in her room. Tears have started to fall for incomprehensible reasons, she calls these moments growing pains and it’s terrifying when I consider adolescence in this force that is my daughter. She’s one of the coolest people I know.
My 7 year old son dances when no one (except my daughter) is watching and boy can he move. His “R” sound is still soft and it makes him seem younger than he is. He gets frustrated when his sister is able to catch on to things faster than he can (like skiing) but his careful personality pays off when he explains how NOT to fall off a ski lift to his older sister (which, of course, she did). He asked me this week if I knew the bad word that rhymes with “buck”. The bad words he’s currently aware of include “stupid” and “shut up” so times are changing! He still cuddles and is generous and thoughtful like his dad. He’s one of the kindest people I know.
This crazy parenting experience provides something new with every passing year. I wonder if anyone ever feels like they are good at this job/role? On one hand I can’t believe I have the privilege of helping these little beings grow, on the other I cannot believe the challenge of helping these little beings grow – what a mix! To all the parents out there, here’s to us!
Here I am day 4 of homeschooling. Yes, we are teaching the kids at home now. I cannot believe how many spelling/phonics rules I’ve never been privy too. Sure maybe you can rattle off, “‘i’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’ or when pronounced ‘a’ as in neighbor and weigh”. When my kids were small they loved Starfall, and I learned the handy jingle, “when two vowels go walking the first one does the talking” (Like in meat or treat). But this week while getting familiarized with Spalding’s, “The Writing Road to Reading” I’ve picked a gold mine of this stuff, for example:
1. ‘c’ says ‘s’ when filled by e, i or y
2. ‘v’ and ‘u’ can’t have the last word (meaning in English we don’t end words in ‘u’ or ‘v’
3. ‘g’ may say ‘j’ when followed by ‘e’, ‘i’, or ‘y’
There’s about 29 of these rules, about half I’d never heard before! Although my children don’t seem to be quite as enthused as I about this fascinating new world where the English language has started to make more sense, they did say they are having fun at school again! That alone would have been worth it but knowing that many vowels have more than just short and long sounds also rocks.
Back to Arkansas where the only time I think about my hair is to check for spiders before calling it a day. How about a little look inside? Truthfully we still haven’t had the opportunity to fully assess the inside of the house. A family member uses the house for storage and until we get everything moved out, we’re not really sure about how everything looks within.
Talk about the land of the lost, this house seems to be where things go to be forgotten, but try to look past the stuff and get a glimpse of the floor……I’m sensing some interesting things there.
Time to roll up our sleeves and get cleaning.
Many, many sweaty hours later we were able to clean out three rooms. This whole exercise was a huge motivation for living simply!
What else sounds like fun?
Sawing some stuff down?
Sure, never done that before!
Lastly, found this little inspiration for the house “skirt”. We will probably only be able to do this in the front and use lattice around the sides and back, but I think it’ll compliment the house perfectly.
Hope you’re enjoying our Arkansas adventures, until next time!
Hair is a weird thing. On one hand, it’s just hair right, what’s the big deal? On the other it’s YOU, one of your most distinguishing features at least. I’m the girl with the curly hair, so much so that I’m deemed unrecognizable by friends when I straighten my hair.
Recently I gave my curls a break, I just needed a change, something that would stick around longer than a blowout. The thing with hair, particularly curly hair is it’s a whole darn thing. It’s like an outfit and accessory all in one, sitting on top of your head. A constant party is happening above my neck and it’s completely unpredictable. You go to sleep one way and wake up with a different head of hair – forget about factors like weather changes, pffffff, it’s crazy. There are benefits too, don’t get me wrong. Curly hair is fairly low maintenance – less washing, prefers to air dry (when possible). When it’s long you can usually pull off a hair knot sans accessories – it just stays! And all of your straight haired friends LOVE your curls.
Now with my straighter, albeit slightly fried, locks I did get the much needed change I was waiting for. Since things are simpler and a bit more predictable above the shoulders I find myself experimenting with my clothes – more pattern, more color, different silhouettes. Fun stuff! But I lost the healthy shine and the ability to just wash and go unless it’s 1987 and I’m with Bon Jovi.
The verdict: Am I happier with the overall outcome? Yes………no………yes, most of the time.
Oh hair balls!!!!!!