November 26, 2003

 

 

Buddi woke with Sky in his arms again,

*At least she’s dry this time* He thought as he pulled the child closer to give her more warmth. He watched her sleep a little longer, then looked up as the door opened.

“I see the two of you, called a truce.” Buddi nodded and asked with his eyes if he could have stay right where he was even for just a little longer. Thinking about it first, Ursa let him go after he told her he would train for an hour longer than normal.

 

“Buddi, I was thinking of letting you off today anyways. I need you to watch her again.” He nodded.

“And I DON’T want a repeat of the last time.” Buddi nodded and agreed he didn’t want it either, he just hoped the child wouldn’t be like she was then.

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Covering a yawn, I looked at the three rooms that had been put up and what walls were about ready to be painted. All I had to do was make the hall to take it to what use to be a play house, and get those rooms done. They the kids could paint while I did that part. Joy had told me she wanted to splatter paint her room with pastels.  I had to laugh at that idea. I had never heard of it, and agreed. She also wanted a rug, that she wanted to hand make, I was surprised on how involved she was with this. The others were as much, but she was. She seemed to love all the hands on. So finding all the scrap yarn that I had, I showed her several ways that she could weave herself a rug or two. Joy was loving that so much that she went around asking if anyone else wanted any, when they said no, she went into making her own certain. This was something that I would have to keep in mind. Joy liked hands on things. Loved working with her hands.

“Mamma, can I do some?” Joy asked tugging on my leg, I handed her the hammer and let her go at it for a little while with me. The others hadn’t as much interest in it, though. They had all told me later that they wanted to stay together. That they would be lonely. Joy said that she just enjoyed working on it. I had to laugh though, and told her that she should have had the first pick, but instead she would be the first to paint hers, and to move into it as well. Joy grinned at that though.

 

“Watch what your doing, Sweetheart, You could hut yourself if you don’t pay attention.” I cautioned she had looked up and almost hit her hand with the tool that she had.

“Sorry,”

That’s alright, just be careful.” I said giving her a tight squeeze. I hoped that the boys would be like this with their own rooms. But I couldn’t be to sure about that one though they were hard to read at times.  Joy and I both worked together getting a frame for the first halls done. I was checking one of the boards making sure it was in good and tight, and she snuck up behind me taking little bit of mud and clobbering me with it.

“You little!” I called out chasing her around a little, after getting hold of her and tickling her until she called truce. The two of use worked awhile longer before I told her that we had done enough for the night. She had been disappointed and wanted to keep going. I got to her level and spoke.

“Baby, if I keep going, I’m going to drop right here in the mud.” She laughed as she put her thing up, and headed inside. I followed. At dinner, I told the children that who was able to help must help use tomorrow, cause there was no way that Joy and I could hold the frames, and get them up ourselves,

“You will help Timba Ian,” I told him when he started to protest.

“You help or you don’t work in your workshop for a week.” He started to open his mouth. “I’ll put a lock on it, and keep a key on me.” I warned. He shut his mouth Timmy loved being in that workshop inventing things. He had one that he though the Barbic’s would love, Buddi mostly. It was a spear that could practically throw its self, and was light weight enough that someone really small could lift it, but once it was embedded, it stayed there until you hit a hidden button on the contraption. He looked at me with begging eyes.

“Before you go, I have an idea, why don’t you see what kinds of things that you can invent for your room itself.” He smiled at me before taking off. 

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