Elorra

Am I really too busy to blog? I read so many other people's blogs, why don't I update my own? I had so many friends and family reading and then I fell off and quit writing and now, hardly anyone will remember to come back. Thankfully, many of my friends and family call and visit often.

So, let's see. What am I up to in this great big world?

I started swimming a couple of months ago. This has been so much fun. I never could have known. I have told so many people how my home town has no swimming pool. I always swam in lakes. I never learned competitive strokes. Doggy paddle is the way I swam. I could probably tread water all day and I once swam all the way across the lake and back. It would be really fun to see what in the world I was doing with my arms and legs. And how did I breathe. Even now, with very professional coaching, I have to stop mid-stroke, put my feet on the bottom of the pool and laugh out loud. The other day, I asked about the rules of breast stroke. My husband was a competitive swimmer for years and he asked me about today's rules. I didn't know the rules so I asked my coach. She told me that I could dolphin kick once on the pull out after leaving the wall. So naturally, I tried it. I have no idea what I actually did with my body, but I had to come up laughing. It was just plain funny. If you need a good laugh and you are not a swimmer, you should take lessons at the Y or something. If you are a swimmer and you would like a good hard belly laugh, come on out and watch me try to butterfly. I'm sure I could start my own weekly comedy routine and charge a cover. It's hilarious. And I can guarantee a swimmer should not attempt to laugh with her head still in the water. The subsequent gasp inward will fill her nose and mouth with pool water and it's not good. Trust me, I speak from experience. Some days I take in more water than air.

Other than swimming, I am guiding my children. This is code. It means that I try very hard to lead my kids down the path of righteousness. I don't want to strong arm them into obedience. Just like all those books I've read about how to raise them right, I try to look at the condition of their little hearts before I react. But sometimes when I look at them, they have horns and long spear pointed tails and smoke rising from each nostril. It's bad. So I calmly proceed to the kitchen drawer for a spoon and make dough for cookies...........not exactly, but if you have better advice, I'd love to hear it.

Homeschooling Holly has certainly been an adventure. Holly is so very capable. Very Capable, but also very Self-motivated. I always thought of those terms as being really nice qualities to have, but Holly puts new meaning to these terms and to my life in general. I truly struggle with being able to monkey my way around her never-ending questions. It is great to have a Curious child. I really would have it no other way (with the Lord's help). So pray for me as I finish out this year and send Holly to school next year. PTL! But first we need to get through swim team for Holly, summer camp, the remainder of piano for this year and the very last meeting of Awanas. We are so busy.

Kemper, on the other hand, is all boy. This is code. It means that he will head butt you at his first opportunity and he may even pee on your shoe. He has never actually done this to anyone, but I have seen him strip down and pee on many unthinkable things. So watch out. You are definitely in the splash zone at all times.

There is too much to cover all in one post so I leave you for now. But I will be back. I promise. I even reset my password so I won't forget it.

Blessings,

E