I took the kids out to a pick your own strawberry farm today. They had so much fun. I was expecting to have to teach them to pick the red ones, but instead I picked by myself wile they played in the lake size muddy puddles. It was wonderful and I plan on going back again when it is not raining. I will freeze some and have a little left over to try my hand at some jam.
I saw a friend of mine from Com-fest there and we talked for a wile. She was a homeschool mom and her kids turned out great so I know that there is hope. We laughed when I told her my Mother in law was quite happy that the Daddy’s job may require us to move to Canada and we would not have to homeschool as the “public schools there are good”. She told me a story of how happy her mother in law was when her son decided to attend high school. He promptly changed his hair to green and and made a point to tell her about all of his new pot smoking friend. All I could do was lol.
There was this other wonderful woman there who was greatly concerned for my children s safety as they wondered about. I mean it was not like they could have walked in any direction for twenty minutes before finding any danger or being out of my site line. I found it very amusing at one point when she started herding Adia like a duck. AD promptly started trying to get away with her hands waving in the air saying NO NO NO. The lady started yelling for some one to come help her as Adia was getting in the mud. One of the other lady’s spoke up saying we were indeed watching after her and she was safe. I walked over and reassured her that I was mom and she was ok. The woman looked at me with a look of horrer on her face and said somthing to the effect of “but how will you get them home”. I told her we would drive, I had a car. She then said but how will you get them clean. I then explained that my husband and I had orderd the washable modles and not the dry clean only ones. That we did indead have a hose in our back yard, a tub with in-door plumbing and a working washing machine. I thought we would be ok.
She walked off shaking her head not able to wrap her mind around the idea that the children would be OK playing in the mud. We even brought Erin’s bucket of mud home in the back of the car.
What a wonderful morning.
