As I look out the window, I can see so many signs of Spring. Not only is it warmer and my allergies are flaring up, but the trees and flowers are in beautiful bloom and all of the animals and insects have come out of hibernation. There are massive amounts of tent caterpillars. I don't have a picture of these little sweethearts because they make me want to vomit. The boys (including Hans) enjoy stepping on them and Conrad especially likes to step on one end and watch their guts splirt out the other. It is so gross.
This year these caterpillars are so prolific that they fall from the sky onto unsuspecting mothers and they lazily crawl up ones shoe and just keep going up the leg. Eewww. They eat the leaves on our beautiful trees and poop all over the sidewalk and in people's hair. Many a picnic has been ruined because of ill placed tables. It is so gross.
Apparently I once called them jerks and a few of my friends and husband thought that was funny. Tent caterpillars are jerks; pooping on someone's food or hair and touch others who don't want to be touched, is pretty jerky in my opinion.
My boys and several of their cohorts have taken to filling buckets full of them and filling those buckets with water, in hopes of drowning them. Unfortunately they are pretty hardy and they just crawl out of the bucket which is disgusting or I think the adjective I've been using is gross.
One morning Hans and I were watching videos posted on Facebook and came across a Christian comedian/singer, Tim Hawkins. He sang a song entitled "Fire ants" That rings all too true to our boys and their "wonders" with nature.
The chaotic adventures of the Rawhousers: Hans, Monica, Conrad, Riley, Amelia, Quinn, & Zane
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I'm dreaming of a White Easter...

Hello family and friends! I am officially starting a BLOG! Heaven help me. I have been thinking about this for a couple of months, but hymned and haahed over what to call it and how to format it. What pushed me over the lemming cliff was this Easter weekend, when it snowed 6 inches and my sweet children had to hunt for eggs in their winter coats, boots, hats and gloves. The thought came to me, "This would be a great blog entry." so here I am. I feel the positive peer-pressure to take more pictures so that all of you can see my sassy brute in all of their splendor and glory, and I hope to post fairly often, so enjoy.
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