Friday we worked two shifts at the MOPS Pumpkin Patch fundraiser. In coordination with our own apathy toward selling pumpkins, it seems there was a community-wide phase of indifference concerning autumnal gourds. Due to gusty winds and brisk temperatures, we looked over the patch from the cramped warmth of the Suburban. We sold a total of two pumpkins after 6 hours of effort, and decided that in order to redeem the day, Daddy would have to take us to CiCi's pizza before heading home. He obliged. All was well.
The Fall Festival in the church parking lot brought our weekend to a conclusion. Landen dressed as a hunter, while Luke painted a "P" on his shirt & blackened his eye...you'll get it in a minute. Ardyn wore 27 yards of wired ribbon and 2 pounds of silk florals, and became the beautiful garden fairy that she's always been in her heart. Ashli was a lady bug, and Mari Alice wore a "Got Milk?" shirt and allowed me to paint a white "milk-mustache" on her upper lip. We enjoyed frito pie with friends, listened to good music, frequented the "jumpy-things", and gathered too much candy for anyone's good.
Today we started a fresh, new job chart. The previous one had run its course and had become predictable and mundane. There is excitement in the air. People seem to be pleased with their division of duties. I know very well, they'll be grouchin' and gripin' by this afternoon. We sorted "arts and crafts" this weekend, straightened school books/supplies, and organized the videos and games. If only I would accomplish my goal of replacing current wardrobes with "the Fall 2006 line -- uhr, tub" sometime this week, then the only dream I could still cling to would be for "little bit" to sleep through the night. Yes, well.... speaking of the smallest Johnson, the brunch bell rings!
Remind me later to share about God's good and perfect gifts.
