PCE Club

1:30 in the afternoon Church has necessitated the invention of the Perfectly Clean Eaters Club. Doug is the President, and I'm not even a member.

You see, we are all dressed in our best (summertime often had us in white) with our hair done, scriptures packed and shoes on before we're allowed to eat our lunch, a lunch which consistantly consists of cheese, lunchmeat, ritz, wheat thins and a clean fruit, usually an apple, but sometimes grapes (NEVER cherries or watermelon!) The President is allowed, however to eat whatever leftover he can find, He alone is allowed to eat Spaghetti (a serious danger for the non-member) and last Sunday, a hot dog with katsup and mustard (I think he was just showing off).

Our children don't think it is fair that he is allowed to eat whatever he wants and would like to join. I don't think Dalton will ever make it, at 11 he still gets icecream all over his mouth and some on his nose every time. Sophia is like me a little too passionate about her food. Jennie could go either way too young to tell. I think that Joe is a real candidate though. You see, it's in him.

We've noticed for awhile now that Dalton and Sophia are more like their Nelson side. Joe and Jennie take after their Crawford side. It's not a 100% thing of course, but time and time again they can be separated by their skin pigment, sense of humor, lip shape and now their cleanliness in eating.

The Crawford side has the crazy cleanliness in it, NOT the Nelsons (my mom has scores of blouses with a stain directly below her chin). We've heard stories of Doug's grandpa having his wife step outside to brush her hair, and Doug has had a difficult time combining most foods since birth (picture: deconstructed hamburgers, sandwiches and even Thanksgiving dinner).

It's more like the Psychotically Clean Eaters club if you ask me, but since half of my children and the man I love are in it (or at least trying to be in it), I need to embrace the madness.

I'll eat my hot-dog after church.

Spring!

I haven't blogged in forever, and I'm a little crazy. The combination manifests itself in this photo of a mother goat eating the placenta that, just minutes ago sustained the life of her two kid goats. I'm pretty sure that these two kids were so new that the farmers who tend to these animals weren't even aware that they had been born. Joe was disgusted, Dalton was relieved when I told him that human mothers don't do this, Sophia and I were enthralled. She asked and I was able to explain that the mother needs the nutrients from the placenta to make the best milk for her kids and to help her recover from delivery. Sophia also noticed that the mother goat only took two breaks from chewing and only to lick her kids clean. I explained that, this is how animal mothers show their love, it's like when I kiss her goodnight. We enjoyed the little lambs, piglets, chicks, calf's, and kids that were everywhere. Many of the mother animals were still pregnant, and I think that going in a few weeks will be the peak of baby animal season. Later that evening when I put Sophia to bed, she licked me lovingly. This might have been my favorite FHE lesson/activity ever.