Scarecrows

Jada
Justin







Elijah

The kids made scarecrows for Halloween. They had a lot of fun cutting, gluing, and decorating their scarecrows. Elijah's looked really good, but smelled kind of funny. All the clothes started falling off and it looked really greasy. When I asked him what he used, he said "a glue stick"
Well, this was no glue! It was chapstick.
Apparently Elijah can't tell them apart. I hope he doesn't glue his lips together the next time he gets chapped lips...

We had a lot of fun at the annual hayride tonight. It was just not the same without my sisters and their families there though. I really missed them. Jada is trying to grow up on me. This is the first year she has ever been interested in "scaring the hayriders." It is a long standing tradition for the boys to hide in the grave yard and jump out to scare the people on the hayride as they pass. Of course, they never scare anyone, but it is fun for them. Well, this year, JADA went with them. Weird! She even put fake blood all over her face. IF you know Jada, you know that is not in her character at all. She was careful not to let me get a picture of her like that however.

Exercise is good for you!

I have a very important announcement to make. My family has gotten up early every day this week to exercise. I am so proud of us. I hope we can keep it up!

Jada's Birthday

Jada wanted a Hobby Lobby shopping spree for her 10th birthday and that is what she got. Tons of scrapbooking dodads to play with. As soon as she got home, she made her first page. Jada definitely likes to make things with her hands. I am happy she has found something she enjoys. We had fun today on our outing.

Pretty Jada

Elijah LOVES Camp Inagehi!

Cheese!

Today

This is the beginning of a new day,God has given me this day to use as I will.

I can waste it or use it for good.

What I do today is very important.

Because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.

When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever.

Leaving something in its place I have traded for it.

I want it to be gain, not loss – good not evil.

Success, not failure in order that

I shall not forget the price I paid for it.
My 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Burton used to make us write this poem as a means of discipline. Needless to say, I had it memorized. I am now going to recycle it and take a page out of Mrs. Burton's book. My 6th grader is just as stubborn and cocky as I was at his age. Maybe writing this poem a few hundred times will help him.