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Yesterday MrPages and I watched LittlePage3 grab his hockey stick and head down the street to play a little street hockey with the neighbours who had pulled out their net. He returned moments later, hurled his stick to the ground and proceeded to have a good cry under the oak tree. The neighbours had apparently not wanted his company.

Having very little idea on how to handle the matter, both MrPages and I consoled him as best we could, but my heart broke to watch his little sobs of despair. We talked of grace and forgiveness and boundaries, and he went back out to play with his siblings.

After dinner, MrPages, my hero and a very good man, told LittlePage3 to jump in the car for a few errands. They returned with a new street hockey net and joyous smiles. MrPages put the net together late last night. This evening found all my boys partaking in a rite of passage for all Canadian children (including one of the neighbours who enthusiastically joined our game after his baseball practice!)

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Knock, knock!
Who’s there?
Amos.
Amos who?
A-mosquito just bit me!

Knock, knock!
Who’s there?
Andy.
Andy who?
And-he just bit me again!

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As a belated birthday activity for me and the LittlestPage, as well as a Mother’s Day event, we headed to the top of the street for a little Glow Bowling. We bowled all seven of us on one lane, much to the trepidation of the staff and had a lovely time.

MrPages led the field, bowling a strong 133, with two headpin hits. LittlePage4 threw his very last ball, watched it bounce off the bumper two feet from him, and then wind it’s way down to the end of the lane to our one and only strike. He finished up with a 131, to place second.

LittlePage2 and I tied at a decent 98. LittlePage3 has a beautiful hop, skip, throw-the-ball-sideways-down-the-lane style that earned him an 86. Not-so-LittlePage1 hit a pin with every single ball, to finish with an 84. And the LittlestPage hit a pin in every frame, to end with a 42. The attendant also sent her home with a stuffed dog as prize for the cutest bowler ever!

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LittlestPage, breathless and panicky:

LittlePage3 is killing all my Little Friends in the sandbox with water!

Questions that ran through MrsPages mind:

Are the neighbours over?
Can they swim?
Is he using the hose?
Where did he find it?
How much mud is going to be involved in this?
And just exactly how does my three year old know about “killing”?

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Sometimes I get these brilliant ideas for enhancing our home school journey. I had one of these flashes a few weeks ago while I was boiling down a chicken carcass to make stock. As I took the last of the meat off the bones I thought, “Wow. I bet we could use these and rebuild a chicken out of all these bones!” So I diligently stripped and collected all the bones and the following week I sat down with my eager children for a little bit of spontaneous biology.

Do any of you realize how hard it is to build a chicken skeleton from a diagram downloaded from the internet?

It is nearly impossible. The youngest Pages wandered off shortly after I realized the complexity of the task. The older Pages took pity on me, watching my brilliant idea crumble around me and they stayed by my side encouraging me to persevere. And persevere we did.

I eventually had to thaw a chicken carcass that was in the freezer waiting to be made into stock, so we could try and figure out what bones went where.

LittlePage1 hot-gluing the spine.

“Help! I’ve fallen and can’t get up!”

LittlePage2 helps our friend to his feet.

The final pieces fall into place.

Four hours, and only a few leftover bones and I think we have a chicken!

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