We talk a lot about consequences around here. Today I began dealing with a consequence of my own. In order to work out care for the kids/church and small group schedules/work schedules for Chris and me and still be able to take a couple of classes this fall I have to learn to drive a stick. The consequence for not learning this when I learned to drive is that now I have to learn when my brain is not firing at high speed (after the kids go to bed). Fortunately, after only one lesson (sorry, Jenny, I can't really count the mini-lesson 6 years ago in the micro-parking lot somewhere between Plumtree and Newland since I never got out of 1st gear) I'm doing well!
Four days into the county 4-H fair and we've been four times. The kids, needless to say, are in hog heaven. Ha!
Samuel has started putting 2 words together in the last couple of days and I'm thinking the kids' first pet should be a llama (or really, a pack of them). That's what's new here...
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The first two weeks are the worst--I found it really frustrating and I wasn't sure why you'd ever want to drive stick...but once you get through that, it's oh so much fun! Re(re)bekah told me once when I started that at some point it just becomes driving, and that's true.
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