Something dreadful happened Saturday.† It was unthinkable!† I could not believe it.

Now, it wasn’t as horrible as the great football debacle of ’08 when Kei turned to me while watching Alabama football and said, “Did he just score a homerun?” but it was close.

I picked up a rubber band and sneakily fired it at her [taking great care NOT to aim at her face of course].† After it hit the mark perfectly she screamed and picked it up and fired it back.† It went 1″ and fell on the floor.† I laughed, thinking that she had just had a misplaced finger but NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo.† My child, my beautiful child, did not know how to shoot a rubber band.† I immediately took her outside and taught her my secrets and tricks handed down through generations.

She caught on quickly and proceeded to beat me at the infamous, “Knock Down the Diet Dr. Pepper Bottle” game.† Alas, I taught her too well.

She then got several of my sheets and built a tent worthy of a Sultan. This was a mulit colored, tied to the trees and hammock, flappy flaps everywhere kinda tent.

She had to rest for awhile due to the high stress factor of the job.

Finally it was finished, complete with a sky light.

Kei found a caterpillar this weekend.† Look how beautiful it was.† It was so fat that we thought it was going to POP!

The next morning Kei yelled for me to come look at “Tinkerbell” [yes we name EVERYTHING around here!].† Can you see her?† Due to the fact that we did not ever look up to see if indeed caterpillars have gender, we call her “HER” ok?

We can’t wait to see what beautiful thing it will become.

We played a lot with Nomad.† Ah Nomad…what can I say?† He barks like crazy, he drives us nuts, he licks us all over, he almost pulls our arms out of the socket, he spills† his water on the floor, he chews everything in sight, he chases the wind, he jumps up on the counter,† he bites our toes and butts and fingers, he smells like..well like a DOG; but my girl loves him to pieces. [and so do I]

This was also a hot dog grilling, hamburger eating, laying in the hammock, reading out loud, watching TV, sleeping late, laughing until our sides hurt weekend.† It was perfect.

Be blessed,

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.† ~Stacia Tauscher