A Musing Mother 6

Little Red Hen died. I went out to gather eggs and found a heap of feathers. I knew immediately that Little Red Hen was in trouble. The feathers were attached to Little Red. The other ladies were talking more than usual. I did not panic. I calmly deferred to my husband. It was a Sunday, a day of rest and dinner was in the crock pot, church finished for the day. His eyes were closed. I poked him twice before asking if he was asleep. He jumped on the second poke so I knew he wasn't asleep, anymore . He must have noticed the slight hysteria in my eyes because, although he said he'd get to it in a while, he was up and taking care of Little Red within 5 minutes. The pecking order has been disrupted. Mama Hen started yelling shortly after dinner. She stood on the porch and yelled for her flock to come to her. Shortly thereafter, Jaxon noticed the Americahna's back. It took me a few more days (a week) but I realized her feather's had been pulled out on her sides and back and s

Spring Break 2013 - We're going nowhere. I wanted to get a condo in St. George but couldn't find anything so I went ahead and scheduled Alyssa's wisdom teeth extraction (she has 5 of them which explains why she's so wise) and Samantha is getting surgery on her foot. Remember that bundle of blood vessels Scott had in his brain that the neurosurgeon removed? Well, they grow on feet, too. Just a reminder - hemangioma. I know. Who knew? So Alyssa wants to check out some of the colleges that are offering her scholarships before making a decision. Knowing that Spring Break is going to be miserable for both of them, she suggested we go to southern Utah and check out Dixie State University, my Alma Mater.Except it was much, much smaller back in the olden days. I think there were pioneers still settling the homesteads in wagons and gingham dresses. It was not a university nor was it a 4 year college. If it were, I'd have stayed.  There was a big baseball tournament in St. Ge