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Sunday, June 12, 2011


Background that is pertinent to the mystery.
1.  It had been raining hard most of the night.
 2. It was raining when my older two boys went to school.

Christian taught Warrick to ride a bike a week or two ago.  He loves to do this and begs to do it often.  One morning he was out soaring around and feeling free.  After a few minutes he burst into the house declaring, "Emergency!  Mom we have a mystery! There's blood!"  Now some might panic at this declaration, but if you do, then you have not been living with a bunch of boys for the past several years.  I have learned to not panic unless you see hard evidence that there is a reason to panic otherwise you will forever live in an adrenalin bath. 

Anyway, I put on my shoes and went out.  I have to admit that I was surprised that there really was any blood.  It was on our lowest step in front of our house.  It was a rather large drop too.  My mind started to race.  I knew it was fresh because of the recent rain showers.  I also knew that it had to have happened since the boys went to school only minutes earlier.  If it had been one of them bleeding then they would have come and gotten me, but also, the rain, when they were leaving, would have washed it away.

Warrick started leading me on a blood trail that went along the front of our house.  The drops were every few inches.  I tried to picture what may have happened.  I pictured someone coming out of the gate by which led to our backyard and walking in front of our house and then walking towards the neighbor's house.  Was there a person walking around wounded?  Was he dangerous?  (Of course I assume the masculine pronoun because that makes it more scary.  But now that I think of it, maybe I should have imagined a female.  I've now decided that had I imagined a female, it would have been scarier.  Oh well - next time.)  Then I noticed the drops.  I could tell the way they were shaped that the bleeding thing was traveling toward our house, not away from it.  I know this because I'm smart.  I made a mental note to check our yard when I got to a stopping point.

We kept walking and Warrick kept pointing out the drops with his finger and placing it much too close for my comfort.  I cringed every time I thought he was about to touch the blood. We got in front of one of our neighbors.  (A friendly couple they are and I really like them too, but with accents so strong that our conversations consist of me smiling, nodding and chuckling every now and then when the time seems right.  I'm not sure what I'm agreeing to, but they still seem to like us and still give us a big wave as they peek out of their front window or sit on their front porch.) 

It was when we got in front of their house that we spied a breakthrough.  A few scattered feathers.  "Warrick, I think we solved the mystery.  I think Chelsea caught a bird and brought it back to our house."

"There's a bird in our yard!"  Warrick exclaimed as though this information had not been pertinent until this moment but more of a crazy coincidence.

It turns out that the bird right near the first blood spot.  Yes, a mystery indeed.  I wonder what he thought before he burst into the house that morning and declared the red alert.  Maybe something close to, "I wonder where that blood came from that is right by that dead bird - we must investigate!"

Master Hunter
Side note:  The bird was large around the size of a pigeon.  The tuft of feathers where it was caught was only feet away from the bowl of seeds the neighbors place out for the birds and squirrels.

They call it a bird feeder and Chelsea calls it a bird trap.  I think the birds will be happier when we have gone.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Remember we have 3 garbages.  1.  Compost and diapers 2.  Recycle  3.  Everything else which isn't much so it only gets picked up every other week.

This is what it is like to live with racoons when you are not smarter than a racoon.  Gross.

The racoon(s) comes at night (sometimes even before it is "night"  which lights my fire - at least try to be sneaky about it) and tips over our compost garbage can.  (So when the dear rodent dumps the compost bin he/she also dumps and sorts through the diaper bin by default.  I don't know if you know, but I now know that these guys/gals are thorough creatures.  They WILL NOT be tricked.  They see something that looks and smells like a diaper, but who knows what might really be inside that white bundle.  You can never be sure.  So they investigate.  They tear the thing apart and sometimes, just for kicks, drag it across the deck.

Well, yesterday I had an unfortunate event take place in the kitchen.  It had something to do with boiling eggs, running out of water and egg exploding and lots of stink.  I put the unfortunate event outside on the deck since the fumes were nauseating.  I was about to bring it in for the night when I thought about our little raccoon.  I wondered if even a beggar such as he/she would eat something so burnt and stinky.  So I left it out on the deck.  And this is what we found.  The raccoon strolled up to our deck via the fence and not only helped himself before we were even in bed, but did it with Christian watching on the other side of the sliding glass door about 3 feet away. 

I guess it seems like the outcome of this experiment could have been easily predicted.  Kind of like when a four year old holds up a glass vase and thinks, "I wonder what would happen if I drop this on the hard tile floor."   I'll admit that this experiment might be on the level of a four year old, but at least I now know two things for sure. Yes, raccoons will eat burnt boiled eggs.  And yes, the glass vase will break if you drop it.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Stafford opens the Book of Mormon and said,

Da Lord say, 'You nee' go.' 
Then he continued on. 
You nee' go git da book.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Canada Pictures

Disclaimer - Most of the photos in this post are blurry. The last few weeks in Canada were memorable, but my camera started to malfunction. But since these are the only pictures I have of this time in our lives, I'm posting them anyway, for memory's sake.

Porter was having a hard afternoon. He decided he needed some time alone. We found him later like this. I guess a little sleep will heal grumpiness - I've always thought that.

In the front closet.

Sister Williams = The type of person that is so kind hearted, you feel like a better person just being around her.  She was Porter's Sunday School teacher.   Kids are sensitive to this sort of thing and Porter truly loved her back.  It didn't hurt that she baked delicious yummies from time to time.  

The scouts and their families (two families) visited Sister William's house just north of where we lived.

We roasted marshmallows on a fire that would singe your hair if you looked at it wrong.  I think Warrick just learned the true meaning of singed hair.  Notice Porter and Stafford are frozen in almost the exact same position, each telling a similar, but different story.

It was amazing that the city ends abruptly and you get miles of beauty.  It was so green and reminded me of an England countryside.  There was so much land for the boys to play on, trees all over and three dogs to make it even more interesting.

Stafford hanging out with the dog.  If those eyes are not enough to spook you...

Toronto Temple

Notice Porter in each of the next pictures.  I've decided he cant help himself and even when we plead with him to be normal, something like this happens.  I guess that is his normal.  He makes me laugh on a regular basis - goofball.

Porter's church class.  The boy sitting in the front was fresh from the Philippines and just learning  English.  The other kids are Lydia, JoAnn, and Eugene.

King of the Mountain

Playing at the neighbor's.

"The Girls"
The dog.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Plumb Family

Julia, Jasmin Porter and Warrick

Stafford and Ava (Aba)

Gordon and Christian
Dinner in our backyard in Vaughan, Ontario