The Kid's Table

Our family has finally grown to the place where we need a kids' table. I recall well eating at the kids' table as a, well, kid. We generally got served first while listening to our parents tell us how, in their day, the kids ate what the grownups left. I prefer feeding kids first so they quiet down and let us enjoy our meal.

We set up a card table next to the kitchen table and served Madison, Ava, and Austin there. Melinda decided eating at the kids' table would be more fun as well. The rest of us dined on cheese enchiladas after a long, tiring, but fun day.

Early this morning Melinda just about had a coronary when she observed a Painted Bunting getting a drink from the birdbath outside the front door. We'd never seen one of these at all, much less at the farm. I didn't take this photo, but it will do.

We decided that when Jenna arrived in the early afternoon, we'd cool off by trying out the City Pool in Floresville. That turned out to be a really good idea. As you can see from the pool rules, skinny dipping is strictly forbidden. We found the pool to be clean, uncrowded, and cheap. We seniors got in for a mere buck and a half.


I didn't bring a swimsuit to the farm, and, not wanting to violate the rules, sat back in my chair and watched the grandkids enjoy the pool.



After dinner tonight, the table was cleared, the kitchen cleaned, and the exhausted children were bathed and readied for bed by even more exhausted parents and grandparents. I read Austin five books and he passed out on the fold-out couch in the back room. We sat around the living room for a while as Taylor played and sang Shane & Shane and Nanci Griffith. I went out to watch the orange moon rise faithfully, full and beautiful. Then off to bed. We'll worship tomorrow at FBC, Floresville where I will have the privilege of preaching. But I worshipped often today as well.