The other day, I was talking with my friend Yogi, and she mentioned High-Five!
She had played it with her family.  That is only the second family I ever met,
besides our own, that played that game.  I don't think she has played in a long
time, and her family doesn't have the passion for it that our does...but still!
First Drew and Paula Smith, our neighbors for a while, played it, and now
Yogi knows it.

I think maybe it is just a Fernnook Game.  I mean originally.  Now it is played
from Montana to Pennsylvania, but it all started here in little ole' Fernnook.  Or
at least I like to think so.

Kid Vignettes:

The other day I cooked bacon and pancakes for breakfast for Colyn, Peeta,
and Judah.  After eating, Peeta asked if he could have another piece of bacon.
He grabbed one off the plate and held it upright in his little fist.  Judah ran to
him and swiped the bacon, breaking it off where it protruded from Peeta's fist,
and stuffed it into his own mouth before Peeta had any idea what was happening.

He stood there with the most dumbfounded look on his face.  I am not sure he
really ever knew where that bacon disappeared to.

For as long as she has been able to talk, Elsie has wanted her ears pierced.  Finally
her daddy told her she could when she turned 6.  Well, 6 just came a week or so
ago, and as promised, the ears are pierced.  This is the picture she wanted her
cousin Kathleen to see to prove she had done it.

An interesting conversation happened recently between those two cousins as they
were jumping on the trampoline.  I was near enough to overhear it, and must say,
I went away chuckling.

(Not absolutely word for word...but close)
Kathleen:  I am going to be an eye doctor when I grow up and work in my eye
doctor's office.  Do you want to be an eye doctor when you grow up and work
with me in my office?

Elsie:  Oh, yes! (Don't think she's ever been to an eye doctor.)

Kathleen: Are you going to get married?...Because I am never going to get married.
Being married is icky.

Around that same time the girls were in the climbing tree and one of them yelled at me,
"Grandma, we decided to let the boys be in our gang.  Now it is not just us girls, the
boys can be in it too."

Now that's a much friendlier arrangement, don't you think?  It keeps Colyn, especially,
from being left out.

Bill called the other day to talk with Kent.  As they were chatting, Kent heard the phone
beep and knew someone was trying to get through.  He put Bill on hold and toggled
to the other caller.  It was Opal!  She was calling on her mom's cell while Bill was
on the landline.  Now that 'twas funny!  She wanted to talk to Grandma.  So, I
called her back after Kent and Bill finished their conversation.

Welcome to the world, Andrew Nashon.  This little guy is 9 days old and I have
not seen him in person yet.  He was whisked up to Children's Hospital in the
Big City due to a blockage in his intestines.  The blockage was due to him
being born with Cystic Fibrosis.  I look so forward to getting him home and
to kissing those adorable cheeks.

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made."  Psalm 139:13,14

Are we all sad?  Yes, we are.  But, why should we not face with confidence the
providence that God has set before us?  Andrew's CF was no surprise to God, and
he is a precious gift to us all.

Grandma Joan and I have been tag-teaming in watching Andrew's siblings.  She
has been doing most of the watching, and Debby and I have been doing most
of the cooking.  However, when she goes to the store and I keep the kids, I say,
"Take your time!"  And she does.  Then afterward she says, "That was lovely!"