Nine children. Much, much corn.
We’re having a blast here at the ol’ Yoder Homestead. The girls and I met Mom (and Josh’s three) and Jeannie (and three of hers) at Marmon Valley Farm yesterday around 10:30. Well, now, let me just tell you how cool (and 100% free) it was.
Bunny barn (so fun to watch them eat clover flowers), horses, cows, goats, llamas, chickens, kittens, pigs, donkeys, deer, peacocks (am I missing anything?), incredible hay maze in the loft. My great-uncle built it back in the day. He’s my Grandpa Yoder’s brother, and everyone around here calls him Chief Bald Eagle. He’s a master builder of anything and everything. He also built them (MVF) a play barn–a total swingset, climbing, playing super-structure that looks like a barn.
We headed back here for lunch, Nina and Gavin went down for a nap, and Jeannie and I took Jordan, Katie, Julie, Anna, Ethan, Livi and Ava swimming for a couple hours.
So, some guys are putting a new roof on my parents’ house. I walk outside in my bathing suit, mummy-wrapped in a beach towel for modesty. My first thought is to avoid eye contact with roofers. Then I feel a nudge to say hi (so as not to appear snobby). I look up, and recognize the first guy I see. “I know you!” I say. He obviously has no clue who I am. “Who am I?” he says. Uhhh… “You’re Chris!” I must be right. “And you are?” “Marla Yoder.” Blank look. “Not ringing a bell. Everybody’s a Yoder around here.” I laugh. “I graduated a year behind you and Denise in school,” I say. Nope. He doesn’t know me. And here I thought I’d made such an impression on people while I was in high school. 🙂
I turn around and see the owner of the roofing company. This guy I know. “You’re Doug, right? Married to Amy?” Yes, he is. “I didn’t recognize you without your long, curly hair,” he says, making wavy motions by the side of his head. Ah, so that’s it. That long, blond spiral-permy mane. My only claim to fame. “Tell Amy I said hi!”
An hour or so later, I’m taking a child in the house to pee. Chris says, “I know who you are. I remember you now with your long hair.” I smile. “You just caught me by surprise. I didn’t know we were coming to a reunion!” Ha. Me neither. I want to ask him if he and his wife are still together. They had a baby in high school, got married, and then I lost touch. She and I played b-ball together. He was your typical dumb (in the nicest sense of the word) jock. Funny, likeable guy. Their son will be 16 this year. Wow. I can’t imagine having a 16-year-old.
Anyway. Grilled hot dogs for supper, Happy Feet, lots of noise, spent a good 90 minutes getting all the kids to sleep. Scratched one of my nephew’s back for quite awhile, told the other one “time to go sleepy now” about 20 times, warned Anna and Ava to stop giggling, warned Nina to stay on the mattress. And I was still asleep by 10:00. Amazing.
Mom’s at the dentist. Jeannie and her kids aren’t here yet. Having six kids is a breeze. (well, it seems like it after having nine here) Between helping Gavin go potty every four minutes, breaking up fights over the princess castle, getting glasses of water for people, and telling them, “no, you can’t have a snack,” well, I’m about ready for a nap.
I love spending time out here in the country. I never appreciated it much when I lived here. It gives me time to think about lots of things and worship my God who created all of this.
I’ve gotta go. Gavin and Nina are starting a war. Love and hugs!