Since I don’t have any adoption news I’ll entertain myself by filling in whoever actually reads this with clips of our day to day life. Apparently 2012 was a year of change, trying new things, craziness, possibly even psychosis for me! To start, I decided after much prayer and consideration to homeschool the boys this school year. I also got back into nursing after being offered a job I wasn’t even looking for. I figured why not, for some reason these people wanted me even though I hadn’t worked in 8 years and required an extensive orientation to get my license current and would only be able to work a few days a month. Keep in mind Josh had not made his proclamation to me regarding adopting at this point and I had no clue just how insanely busy I would become. Saying that makes me feel a little less nutty…
Anyhow, the school year started and I was determined to be fun and do all the cool projects (“was” being the key word). Week three into our studies of the ancient world I decided we would mummify a chicken. The instructions were laid out clearly and the boys would LOVE it! So we got all the supplies, got home, got the embalming salts all mixed, and then I read the complete instructions. Six weeks this bird needed before the actual wrapping and mummification process was complete, six weeks! And I had just fussed at Jacob about a science lab he had not read through entirely before starting. Oops. I was busted but totally played it off like I knew all along this would be a semester long project.
You should have seen the cashier’s face when she asked why we needed so much salt, I told her we were mummifying a chicken, as though that would clear things up. The social worker doing our homestudy jokingly threatened to mention “embalmed poultry” in our write up when the boys shared it with her. After about the 4th time of changing out the salts the “fun” wore off, poor Dead Tom was somewhat forgotten and spent the holidays on top of the fridge (double bagged so we didn’t notice the smell). We have Taylor to thank for the name Dead Tom, don’t ask.
Fast forward to today. There’s a traveling mummy exhibit at a local museum that leaves town this weekend, so I took the boys on a field trip to enhance their/our learning experience. It was a great exhibit, Taylor was a little freaked out but also very intrigued. Jacob even enjoyed it and keeping a teenager’s interest is no small feat. Of course Luke was sure to point out which mummies were obviously “male” in a not so inside voice. I will say, in his defense, it was impressive to see certain parts of the body being able to stand the tests of time.
We had a fun and educational day and when we came home we finally wrapped up our dead bird. Rest in peace, Dead Tom. It’s been fun, now what in the world do I do with you???