This morning I'm looking out my office window into the slightly foggy pasture where Mason and I watched several deer this morning. They weren't their usual calm peaceful selves... I think something had them spooked. Very likely that something was our duck slaying spazo-matic "Steel" - she gets so excited over duck hunting that she shivers and her teeth chatter (even when she's not wet or cold!) and for spare time fun she loves to chase things... you know, really tough things to catch like dragonflies, oak leaves blowing 45 mph+, sheets of rain and the like. Its been a calm morning, so I guess deer just had to do. I'm grateful today will be a beautiful fall day with temps in the mid 70s - and thunderstorms in the coming days. Oh, how I love the Ozarks!
The story I wanted to, but didn't get to share earlier this week is one of my oldest son, Mason (4) who was invited to take a trip to town with his Dad and G-Pa, to attend Monday night's Christian Waterfowler's Association chapter meeting in Siloam Springs. He was feeling extra proud of himself for going with the guys. But when he walked in the house, carrying a Dr. Pepper, the "mom" in me was panicking just a little (this was at about an hour past bedtime!) but hearing him call it "Dr. Pep-ski" just cracked me up. Apparently Dad asked G-Pa if he wanted Pepsi or Dr. Pepper, and Mason said he wanted "Dr. Pep-ski"! He came up with the name on his own... I think he's a chip off the ol' block... Goofy boy! Praise God for my silly guys, all 3!
Well, I gotta go - school work to do, cinnomon toast to make, kids to tote to town, signs to ship... you know the drill!