2 possible meanings: 1. everyone watch out, there's a cockroach loose. 2. my friend cockroach (yes a real one) is in danger and needs to be careful.
This morning, we were blessed with the second of these meanings. Molly and Andrew found a cockroach (also called palmetto bugs down here is SC because that makes them more palatable). It was in the bathtub and they had managed to corner it. After cornering it they captured it, and after capturing it, they made it the newest member of the family.
Cockroach was carried around in a glass for some time and showed around the house. He was given a play by play of the movie Madagascar. And, he was even given a little breakfast (although seemed only marginally interested in french toast).
After a while, the glass was replaced with just holding Cockroach and incorporating him into whatever was the game of the moment. And, finally, after most of his life had been "loved" from his poor body, he was allowed to wander free inside a doll house.
An hour and a half later, Cockroach had to go back outside to his family because he wasn't allowed to come to church with us. It was a hard good bye. Much harder for some memebers of the family than others, but we got through it.
Goodbye, Cockroach. Now, PLEASE go and wash your hands!
Christmas at the Sadds'
Actually, Molly is just the beautiful subject. I just wanted to share some fun photo stuff:
Ingredients:
Get child settled in tub. May add Star Wars figures as needed.
So why not spaghetti for breakfast? In a bowl? NO! Just loose on her tray for her to work on. That way others can be cared for at the same time, and Margaret loves to feed herself. Oops!
Just look at the joy on that face! And all it cost was a bath.
"Hey mom... Beah drank from the toilet again. So, we need to buy a new dog, one that doesn't drink from the toilet. One that doesn't drink from the toilet and eat dirty diapers. And, we need one that doesn't bark" (the dog only drinks when the water's clean, She eats diapers that have been left on the floor when she's left home alone about once a month, and only barks at evil people who are carrying bazookas.)
This morning Molly decided she wanted to be a twin. So, not being hampered by little things like a 2 year age difference, we found the PJs that matched Margaret's and into the crib she went!
After more sleepless nights than with any of the other children (or do we just experience it that way every time?) Margaret has produced 2 beautiful teeth! She is a decidedly happier baby on the far side of producing them and is fast learning to crawl.
I love my job, don't get me wrong, but Beah's job is pretty sweet too: Snuggle with Noah, wrestle with Noah, get on the bed with Noah (and no one else!)...
Today we went to the Mud Pit. It's one of the great features of St. Christopher, but we have never gone as a family until this morning. As part of Generational Impact Camp that's taking place right now at St. Christopher, a whole group of us walked up the beach, across the dunes and through the muddy trail only to end up at a perpedual bog.
Noah was happy to trudget through the black mud, but when arriving at the actual pit was much more interested in watching than jumping in. Andrew got to the pit and proceeded to pinch his nose and tell everyone that passed by, "Whew! You stink!"
Molly did some dry heaving before deciding to head back to the beach with mom, and various clean dry people passed Margaret around and enjoyed a brief excuse not to be splashed with the stinking bog.
Molly wasn't the only one her age to fall asleep at the dinner table. There were actually two others passed out on the tables.
