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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

They always get creative when I’m puking.

Several weeks ago I woke up feeling like death.  My head was pounding and my stomach was churning. I went to the bathroom and puked my guts out.  I know!  You all love puke stories.  I have no idea what I caught or may have eaten,  but I was the only one that got sick.

Clay was headed to work and asked if I needed anything.  I groaned and went back to bed.  I slept most of the day and most of the evening.  It was so quiet in the house.  I thought my children had disappeared.  It wasn’t until I came out of my sick fog that Clay had told me that he threatened the boys within an inch of their lives.  They were not to make any noise or come bother me.  I’m thinking I need to fake a sickness every once in a while, because those boys were amazingly quiet.

The next day, I realized why they were so quiet.  They had spent the day doing this:

This is one of 798 photos on my camera.  Seth had set up a stop-motion set for the boys to play with all day.  And that’s exactly what they did.  They made several short stories using oil based modeling clay.  In this scene the little balls are rolling together to form a big ball that explodes.

Here’s one where the clay guy kicks a little ball.  The little ball becomes a little guy and then the big guy steps on him.  Yes, all the stories involve someone kicking or exploding.  Destruction is the key to my boys’ happiness.

At the very end of the photos Seth and Isaac finally allowed Levi, my 7 year-old, to have his turn.

Most of Levi’s photos have his hand in them and clay crumbs all over the place.  The camera lens started getting cloudy when he took over the claymation.  I had to clean off the greasy, dried clay bits on my lens.

The stories end with a little piece of paper to note the ending.

I had to admit I was impressed by their creativity.  The table and floor were a mess with clay crumbs and my camera looked terrible, but those boys didn’t bother me a bit.  So, I was grateful.

Now the real bummer.  At some point during their film festival they lost my camera battery charger.  I have looked EVERYWHERE for the darn thing.  I keep thinking it will show up in the most obscure place, like everything else we lose.  But, so far….nothing.  I even did some serious deep cleaning and still it hasn’t shown up.  I’m thinking when I told the boys to clean up their mess that they may have thrown it away with all the other stuff on the table.

So, what do I do?  Should I just replace it?  Because, you know if I do that, the old one will show up.  Maybe I’ll pretend to buy a new one.  In any case, I can’t use my dang camera until I find it.  Oh, and I did ban the boys from using my camera until they found it.  Their reaction was….okay.  They had their fun and had moved on to the next destruction project, they didn’t really care if they couldn’t use my camera.  Grrrrr.  I love my boys.

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