This morning our oldest turned a faucet on and was audibly mesmerized. She said “wow, the water is running!” Bonnie made breakfast and after we ate that, the kids watched a movie. For lunch we had the kids make their own guacamole. My oldest son ruined a batch of guacamole a weekago by “secretly” adding cinnamon to it. Aside from really wanting to eat guacamole, I think I was more upset by his blatant and terrible lying. He said he didn’t put anything in it, and yet it tasted like someone dropped a Cinnabon into a bunch of avocados. Oh and a ground cinnamon spice container was sitting at his feet. I have been trained to question professional witnesses under oath. I have caught sworn police officers in lies and they have admitted as such under oath in front of juries, yet no matter how much I questioned him with logic, he refused to admit it was him. My dad, when he was upset, would call my name in a deep bellow and it would grab my attention. Sadly, I do the same thing to the same child, because we have the same first name. So when I said his name in the same tone, he said “ok ok yes I did it.” So this morning, we had the kids make their own guacamole.
Child 2 and child 4 treated it as a science experiment. Child 2 put cinnamon in it. Child 4 put way too much salt. They were both inedible. Child 1 and child 3 made really good guacamole. Wife 1 put onions in hers so I ruled that disqualified. 😀
After this, we watched a kids sermon on YouTube and then fought with the kids to get their shoes on for an hour. Once their shoes were on, we had to then fight with them to go to the bathroom before we drove to a department store. Bonnie wanted to buy the kids a keyboard so we drove to a store called “Liverpool”. It’s a kind of Sears type store. It was deserted. I had a large bottle of hand sanitizer that I squirted in our kids hands every 30 feet. After we got our keyboard, we drove home.
The day before, we were playing outside in the downstairs cabin, a game of soccer kind of and I’m not pointing any fingers (Bonnie) but one of us kicked the ball over the wrought iron fencing into the dry creek below. It isn’t like kicking a ball into a neighbors yard and asking to go get it. It’s quite an ordeal. I had to peel back chain link fence and then climb down a culvert that was littered with broken glass and covered in cockroaches and other scurrying insects. Then I hiked a hundred yardS through brush and bushes to get the ball and then climb through all of that to get out. I scratched my back something awful on the way out and the new rule is, we don’t play that game downstairs.
After bringing the ball back, we had dinner, and then we got the kids ready for bed.
After the kids were in bed, we of course folded all the laundry we did that day, 4 loads. Then we fell asleep watching Willow of all movies. The last photo is our view of the street at night. You can see the corner store and the mountains in the distance.
Our Family Adventure 