The girls have developed a game while riding in the car. There’s a sign in town that has a big shark on it, and when we pass it they shout, “Shark!”. Similarly, when they see flowers growing, they shout, “Flowers!”.
Ashley, in a successful attempt to further develop the game, made the following rules,

• When you see a flower growing on a tree, you shout, “Tree!”
• When you seea flower growing on a bush, you shout, “Bush!”

Upon hearing these new rules, Fiona decided she had a good one to include… If you see a flower on a soccer ball.. a girl’s soccer ball, you shout, “Soccer Ball!”

ping is a duck.
fiona is a girl.
phin is a boy
ash is a princess.

I am geneva.
men are running to the house.

The girls were at the table yesterday, eating their lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Ashley: Isn’t it funny that it’s called peanut butter? It has butter in it.
Geneva: No, it doesn’t have butter. I think they call it peanut butter because it looks like butter.

This just cracks me up… the look on Fiona’s face is priceless. She knows she’s in for it.

A little while ago I was back by the computer, by myself, and I played the song Low Self Opinion by Rollins Band (click the link for a demo). After listening for a minute or so, Megan came back to share a story.

When I started the song, Geneva, who was in the other room with Megan, said to her, “Why is Daddy listening to that weird music”? Megan answered, “I don’t know. But you always can go ask him.”
Geneva then replied, “No. It’s because he likes that rock music”.

Since I appear to be posting more regularly than the past several months (which, granted, isn’t saying much), I will go ahead and throw out the news to any that read this blog but don’t already know, we are expecting baby number 5. The due date is July 9, which excites me greatly. Now I will be connected with the rest of the family in a six month run of birthdays, at least one per month from June through November.

Several weeks back I was witness to an internet discussion on the Sabbath and what is and is not allowed on this day of the week. The following Sunday, as we were driving down the street, I jokingly commented about a man that was cutting his grass, “He’s mowing to hell”. A jogger was also passing by, and he was “running to hell”. Megan and I got a chuckle, and that was that.

Except, I was not aware at just how much attention was being focused from the back seats. That the younglins learned something from this comment was revealed this past weekend. As we were driving, a discussion began between the girls in the back. About all the things that go to hell. Sidewalks, roads, bushes… on and on it went. They all run to hell. Through stifled laughter, Megan and I listened to see how the discussion would resolve.

It pretty much ended with Geneva, Head of the Wizengamut, concluded that streams do not, in fact, run to hell. Because they run to rivers.

And then they go onto the sidewalk and people fall into them. I’m not sure if the rivers eventually run to hell or not, though.

Just a few moments ago we were finishing up with dinner. Tonight was a late dinner for us. We usually sit down at six o’clock to eat, but tonight was over an hour late. This cuts into the girls after dinner time, as they go to sleep at 8:30. So, as we were finishing up I asked Megan if she thought the girls could handle going to the L-I-B-R-A-R-Y. It was decided they could, so I told them to finish up their plates and we would go. Geneva and Ashley asked where, but Fiona said she knew where we were going. Megan asked where, and Fiona said “A B C!”