It’s good to be Meg Willardson

While I was in Utah, Sloane and Esme struggled to get along and Aaron’s temporary solution was to separate them. Sloane moved back into the old bedroom, which was probably nice independence for her. Probably not beneficial for Esme’s disregulated attachment. Esme has a diagnosis of other specified trauma stressor related disorder,  And while we try not to let any labels define her or create limitations,  we do still all live with the associated struggles.  Fortunately, Heavenly Father  placed Esme in a family with a complete lineup of  stable and healthy family attachments to be example examples for her.  I believe she is blessed every day just by observing her older sisters and their in reactions with each other and with me.  Last night‘s thunderstorm easily persuaded Sloane back into the shared bedroom, And she finally fell asleep under the security of sisterly cohabitation. Once they were asleep, I stripped the bedding from her temporary respite room, hoping this would deter Sloane from going back. I noticed this cute note on the wall. It’s the broken hearts that get me.  

Their emotional needs are in the extreme lately, but I sure do love these little women! 

I crept in to turn off the bedside light and also noticed Sloane took liberty of adding a vigil of Saint Euni over her feet and the song Sisters in Zion came to mind. I thank the women who have cheered and blessed me and Eunice’s impact on Esme and Sloanie’s tender hearts emboldened me to keep being a bold giver of motherly love to anyone who needs my nurturing. 

I took a short heart hike from our house to the woods above wonderland cave with Esme on Saturday morning. The air quality was awful and by the time we got home our eyed itched and our hair smelled of campfire. 

Unfortunately, it was not from a leaf burn. A brush fire on Farmer Dean’s old property at the end of primrose lane had broken out and our golden hillside is a charred mess. When Mr. Dean died two years ago, the Waltons purchased his 20 acre farm for more than any of us could afford to dream of offering. Mr Dean’s daughter was Bear’s teacher and grew up on those acres. she is so sad to see the property go, but the investors made an offer her mother couldn't refuse. She said the plan is to turn part of the land into a housing development and the other part has a long term hope of another mountain bike lift if the other one in Bella vista is a success. The Primrose neighbors all appreciate  that the farmhouse and land have sat vacant and peacefully untouched for two years. This little fire was uncontrolled and unplanned, and I fear, unfortunate enough to ignite the start of land development.  We already miss the cows and Farmer Dean. I am nervous and am reluctant to change here, but I have hope the rebirth of our favorite sunrise spot will serve us. 

Families who work together stay together! The annual firewood delivery arrived right before the rain. We’ll be busy stacking this all week. 

Corbin reports that his Ignite interview went well! He was really happy to get an interview this year, and I hope it works out for him. I think he is an excellent candidate for global business. He petitioned Reese and I for help with his résumé and a business card for his Love Y Libros initiative. Dr Wasaem Emailed Corbin on Thursday to tell him it is not official yet, But he thinks Corbin’s Grant proposal is wonderful idea and his funds request will likely be accepted. Corbin said he found another grant that he is also applying for, to expand the board book selection to other languages as well. His buddy Goatum speaks Tamil at home, so why not see Tamil represented in the library? We’ll see where this goes. 

He decided on his own to quit his job to focus on his AP classes, but I think perhaps he is just filling his time with other endeavors. Big ideas need a place to go. It is both exhausting and inspiring to watch him find a pace and balance. Aaron is a very good example to him of this. 

I was first on the WLFC leaderboard for all of 24 hours for the 40-49 age group…not usually my thing, bug it was just a 28 second “how many can you do” challenge and the winner gets a premium service. So I tried to win a guest pass for Kasey and thought I had it in the bag, but was humbled. Still worth a shot. This was my “new thing” to try at the fitness center, this week. 

My little kindergarten bride at the Q-U wedding popped up in my memories. Love it! 

Cutie teachers quorum had a campfire activity. Between running everyone, I was maxed out on trips back and forth so I opted to blog and do a Duolingo lesson and power nap in the van. I chose wisely. 

The pottery Aaron and Soren threw on their wheel class is  finally all glazed and fired. I love all these tiny bowls so much it’s stupid. Will absolutely be using them. Candy anyone? Dipping oil? Cup of soup? Ice cream bowl? 

I gotchu. 

Wins for all my guys. I was in Utah for Soren’s game, but Lisa McSpadden sent me videos and scoreboard pics through the game. The Krusty Krabbs are undefeated, Rim Reapers are 6-1 and ranked 4th/15, and the 2000 Dribbling Warriors are 3-1. 

AP classwork pileup and midterms are kicking Corbin’s trash right now. He took the ACT yesterday, and feels ok about it, except ý section. The student in front of him passed out during the test and he was so distracted and worried about her that he had a hard time concentrating on the reading passages. He had an interview for the ignite program .