They are something fancy like Crested Polish chickens; we call them afros. And it's true, I bought them only for the fun of watching their "afros" bob around as they walk.
God must have a sense of humor.
Once we make it home, we walk out and water the garden. The last few days, there has been the first few cucumbers and tomatoes to pick as well.
Along the right wall, JD put in a utility sink, cabinets and a counter for folding. Past the counter is laundry basket room and a drying rack spot. We are also going to have a clothes rod so I can pre-hang things before they travel upstairs.
There's actually a window over the ugly hamper area. I also plan to enlarge and frame some laundry shots that we took in Liberia. Remembering the women scrubbing clothes on rocks along the creeks in Liberia will help me be thankful even when I'm buried in the laundry room!
Alyssa really wanted a Steeler jersey for those rare moments when her Dad gets to stop working and watch football with his kids. (Someday the house will be done...someday.)
While we are on the birthday topic, I want to combine my missed post yesterday on living simply. Linny at www.aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com came up with the plan of sharing ideas about simplifying our lives and allowing time for what really matters. My old plan for birthdays when I had four children was to host a party every other year, then do something special with just our family in the off year. We have never had expensive parties, like Chuck E. Cheese or anything, just usually some friends at our house for dinner, games and cake. Actually, the off years that we took our family out to dinner often ended up costing more than the party years.
Since the last few years have been taken "off" I am having one party for each child either this year or next; then we are starting our new party guidelines. The problem is that I am not sure what our new guidelines should be! On one hand, having nine children and working towards a more simple life-style seems to lend itself to the need for less parties. On the other hand, birthdays are just a good excuse to prioritize what I really love to do anyhow - have people over and feed them.
The other thing I have going for us at this point is that we have plenty of fun right here at home. We have pool, ping-pong and air hockey in the basement. We have a swimming pool outside. We have tons of room to run around and play games, so it's fairly easy to host fun birthday parties inexpensively here at home.
So, I guess my living simply tip today is really a question....what ideas and balance do I adopt for my big family? Any ideas?
Since our little mud room is right next to the school room, I tend to throw mounds of clothes in front of our one book-case all day long until the time the kids fold it in the evening. Alei folds mine and the little guys and leaves it on our school table for me to put away. Sometimes it sits there for days (hard to believe!) and we just move school to the kitchen table.
Granted, this system isn't my dream system for laundry for 11, so I've been kind of anxious to move the whole operation (and mess) downstairs!
Another by-product of this is that there wasn't any room for shoes in the mud-room, so we lived with lovely, lovely shoe shelves from our old mud room on the front porch. Not attractive, to say the least! So, yesterday, the kids and I moved the ugly shoe shelves to the mud-room.
The downstairs laundry room will be part two tomorrow - JD is actually at Lowe's right now to get supplies to finish hooking up the second washer and dryer.
I don't know a big family that doesn't understand what a challenge laundry (and shoes) are for a large family and I am certainly no exception!
Good thing we homeschool, or I'd have quite a class clown on my hands!
I really need to get some more practical, egg-laying hens, since we are down to seven - thanks to the foxes.
Elijah is completely attached to his black tennis shoes, in fact, he calls them Black, like their name. When I insist he wear sandals, he often cries for a few minutes about it. For water time, I pulled out the flip-flops; he has never worn them, but he was crying, "No, fip-fops, no fip-fops." I kept telling him to just try them. Once he got outside, he happily smiled and kept telling me, "try fip-fops" quite pleased with himself.
This is the end of Julia's fun. It's amazing that she can stand in the water wheel-barrow and not expect to get her face wet, but that's Julia. Here she is hitting her high-pitch scream that let us know the fun was over for her. Notice the other kids are so accustomed to it that they hardly notice!