A Trip To Gunston

Vicki talked, in her blog, about our (Alex and my) trip to Gunston today. It's a very nice school. I almost didn't go to the open house because there's no way on God's green earth we can afford a private school. But, looking is free. And so is filling out paperwork for financial aid. So, we looked. And we'll fill out the paperwork. The rest is out of our hands. We know that God will provide for whatever He wants us to do.

While Alex and I were out this morning, Kenzie attempted to run the classroom while watching Bekah. Connor just did his own thing. Kenzie did get some work done with the twins; they got a little bit of their Language Arts done. The major accomplishment of the morning, however, was repair work to the chicken coop. Kenzie noticed the netting that covers the run had a big hole in it. Naturally, her mother hen instincts took over and everything else was dropped until the hole was fixed. She did this without instruction from me, which I find as impressive as Bekah learning sign language (again, see Vicki's blog). We eventually finished school after lunch, and even had time for a family walk along the waterfront.

I was still working with Alex when Kenzie and I had to leave for her softball practice. It turned out to be a hitting clinic with five girls from her team. As usual, Kenzie excelled. In the batting cage, she only missed one pitch.

Now, everyone is depressed. The Ravens just lost to the Bengals in a very ugly game (for a Ravens fan). They looked awful. We're all hoping they had to get this one out of their system before the playoffs, and it won't happen again.

Now I'm supposed to find some kind of picture with lights in it for Vicki's Saturday scavenger hunt. Ugh, and the picture she wants is probably in the box, in the far reaches of some corner of the garage.