Isaiah and Abraham apparently have the flu. This is better than food poisoning, which I initially suspected, though how frozen potatoes could cause food poisoning was more than I could say. One of the hazards of germ exposure at church, I think. They stayed in bed all day.
Abigail and Jadon, though, helped Phil and I. We had a row of 39 deep holes, filled with, in cases, 18” of water. We had to pump the holes and backfill with dirt. I expected it would be a two-day job; by our calculation, a few of the holes had up to 70 gallons of water (most of them more like 20 or 30, though), and the repetitive motion of pumping (especially when Phil’s pumping arms were already tired) taxed us.
But we got it all done! Jadon was the hero of the day. He pumped almost constantly, breaking only for lunch and a movie with the sick ones, then voluntarily heading out again. In the end, our rhythm was this: I scooped water from the side with a bucket, until my arms couldn’t reach anymore. Then Jadon came with the pump and finished it off. Phil and Abigail followed behind, sawing off the drainage tile, finding large enough rocks, spreading minerals to mix in with the backfill.
In this way, we all stayed busy all the time, and Jadon provided a truly useful service.
After a full day’s work, he and Phil were jumping on the trampoline and the two lambs played chase all around the paddock. So cute! Their little bodies are so muscular and scrumptious, so visible under their short wool.
After he went to bed, he pulled his second tooth this week (also the second time this week that he’s done it after bedtime).
Joe, like his older brothers, continues to sneak some alone time with Mommy and Daddy, staying up until after 11pm most nights. He is a character!
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