The Wilson 6 Chronicles

So Saturday while going for a walk with the kids, between gasping to catch my breath and wincing at the pain in my knee, I decided that today would be a great day to make a scarecrow.













No planning ahead of time, no thought as to how I've never made a scarecrow before- just the decision to make.a.scarecrow. So after letting the kids play in the yard with our across-the-road friend Logan for a few minutes, we head off to Lowes to buy some winterish flowers (pansies) and 3 bales of hay/straw/whatever the correct term is. Yes, I said 3 bales- in the back of our new, 3 week old van. Had Justin been here, a heart attack would have ensued but seeing as how he wasn't, the deal was done before he found about it so all is good. Back to having no plan, so we get back home and have no clothes for the scarecrow- we have some old pants of Zachary's but no shirts- this is were Nancy (across the road neighbor and Logan's grandma) swoops in to save the day with some pants and a shirt. Now, you may not know this but to fabricate a scarecrow, you have to actually take apart a bale of the hay/straw/whatever. And while this may seem insignificant, let me say this now, loose piles of hay are like crack to a little kid. You will unable to keep them from jumping, diving, or sliding into the pile. And occasionally they might bury their siblings entirely in hay. But it is worth it when you're all done and can stand back and admire your scarecrow fabrication skills.












And no, I didn't sneak another kid into the herd, the non-Wilson kid is our friend, Logan.