Since getting Guitar Hero, we have a different sort of family time. The kind the Partridge Family had, only with less raw talent. The girls love it, and we have to play “Livin’ on a prayer” every time.

Wanna know why I haven't been blogging?

Because my priorities are out of whack. (what exactly does "in whack" mean?)

Instead, this is how I should feel:

Psalm 127
A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

127:1 Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.

3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one's youth.
5 Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

I need to commit this to memory, especially the parts in bold. I think my days would go much better if I could live this out. It seems to me that verse 2 affects how well I remember verse 3, and verse 3 greatly affects my ability to do verse 2.

On that note, blessing 3 is waking up, and I'm going to take the opportunity to snuggle her before blessings 1 and 2 wake up.

Jonah's Pilgrim Poem

Jonah wrote this poem today:

Some were cold
some were old

We ate corn
and babies were born

We scrubbed
while others rubbed

Thank you, God!

Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant....

Poor little ants. They had no shot at life in this house. We started with 17 keepers (lost two right out of the package). In this picture we had 3 hanging on to life. But today there is one lonely ant repairing tunnels. You can see where these three created a little ant burial mound. They dismembered and drug each ant up to the top and buried it. So sad. There are still several on the sides and in the bottom not even pictured here. Uncle Milton would not approve.

DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

Our Chicken Mummy is wrapped.

Apparently, we had an extra-juicy chicken. (Tyson, eat your heart out!) But it was finally dry enough to wrap, so today was the day. The smell was very faint compared to those first few weeks. Although, Jonah did say "this smells like a dog", and Jorja responded with "no, it smells like poop!" I think it smelled of rotten cloves.

The girls lost interest in wrapping toward the end, so they watched cartoons while I prettied it up.

Enjoy the slide show:

I was just gluing something...

And was reminded of the time a tube of superglue burst open on my hands. It was all over me and the counter.

WARNING: do not for any reason relax your hand while it's covered in superglue. Keep it as straight and open as possible. If you let it close, it will stick together. Your only option is to test every chemical in your house to see which one unsticks your fingers from your thumb. Your children will think it's funny. It's not all that funny when you try to pull it apart, though, it hurts. However, three days later, after washing and lotioning two hundred times, all the glue will eventually come off, and then it's funny.

We learned about the Phoenicians Today!

And as a fun (and tasty) activity, we made Phoenician bread (AKA: pita bread). It was really pretty easy and actually tasted good. Mommy might keep this recipe on hand and use it for making sandwiches and to go with occasional meals.

Here is a slide show of our bread making: