Category Life in Lyman

Black & White

Charcoal is our potbelly pig. He stands out now that we have snow covering the ground. I don’t think he is actually much of a fan of the cold as he spends most of his time buried beneath the heaps…

Life in Lyman | Sick Day

The rosy cheeks started last night with feelings of illness following shortly. After a long night, our second daughter missed a day of school and slept on the couch all day long. Now a cough has started and we are…

Mice Can Fly

Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch . . . I tried to ignore it but discovered that ignoring it wouldn’t make the reality of a mouse in the bedroom go away. The lights went on. I quietly stalked the scratching creature, but…

Benjamin Bunny

He is all white with soft pink eyes but there is nothing “soft” about Benjamin Bunny. Inch long claws have carved scars into the flesh of several family members. I use to laugh at the killer rabbit in Monty Python…

Life in Lyman: Sit

After 10 years the rope finally breaks and our swing, is now a sit. I am so glad it didn’t involve a visit to the emergency room. This is how it went down. Dad! Dad! We get a new swing.…

Life in Lyman: Not Math

Bad grades in Algebra. How can that be? It can be because she reads all day. We had to ground her from books. It still didn’t work she kept reading in class. So Brenda set the plan into action. She…

Life in Lyman: Kids

Goats can climb trees. I’ve heard about it, but now I’ve seen it. It makes sense, they climb mountains. Well, goats also like more than anything else, the one thing that is just out of reach. They climb and strain and struggle when…

Life in Lyman: Mt Everest

When everyone comes home from camping trips they bring a mountain of work with them. I never knew we had so many clothes. I helped fold and fold and fold. Just when I thought we were making progress another mountain…

Life in Lyman: Parrot Piñata

Two days before Halloween and the costumes are done. The kids wanted to be parrots and Brenda sewed long strips of material onto a sweatshirt to simulate feathers. The kids loved them and wore them all around the house. They…

Life in Lyman: Drawing Dragons

My 12-year-old likes to draw dragons. Here is her favorite, Flower. Flower, is a nature dragon that breathes flowers.  After seeing the drawing, Brenda said she wishes that when she opens her mouth that flowers would come out, but that…

Life in Lyman: Pretty in Pink

“What if everything in the world were pink?” said my five-year-old, Charlotte. “The Flowers, and grass, and trees, and clouds. Would you like that mom?” “No.” said Brenda.“Oh yeah,” she said, “Then boys wouldn’t like it.” I agree. As a…

Life in Lyman: Going Postal

What was the postman thinking when he postmarked this? Postal and pretty uptight that someone might try to use a lightly postmarked stamp. It should be obvious that there was postage on this. I can’t believe they would send it…

Life in Lyman: Eden

I think we live in the children’s Garden of Eden. Every day there is something new to discover and scare your little sister with. My oldest daughter caught a snake today. It spent half an hour in a jar and produced…

Life in Lyman: Flax

In “Life in Lyman” I choose flax as our national flower. Every day, fresh in the morning, the flax is in bloom dripping with dew. During the day the wind removes the petals and the sun bleaches the few that remain white.…

Life in Lyman: I Love You

School is over and summer vacation started with a bang. No one really got hurt just a lot of mean words, even from me which won’t even remotely surprise some of you. We have a funny way of telling people…

Life in Lyman: Ginger

Ginger is our second goat. She is a Nigerian Dwarf and she likes to climb trees which can be dangerous if you are on a leash and fall out of the tree. Don’t worry, she is OK.  She is not…

Life in Lyman: Not at My House

“I don’t want “meat” rabbits at my house! Who would kill them? Would you kill them?” I asked my five-year-old daughter. “No.” she said. “I would take them to a slaughter house.” said my wife. “Oh, that is someone that…

Life in Lyman: Snip

My youngest daughter likes to cut hair. She use to scalp her sister’s stuffed animals, but that ended in weeping, whaling, and gnashing of teeth. It really was very traumatic. Her first “real” self-inflicted haircut resulted in her long golden curls…

Life in Lyman: Lilacs

Lilacs always remind me of Memorial Day. I have little recollection of visiting any graves on a regular basis until after I was married. My wife’s family would meet at her Grandma Lovell’s home, pick lilacs, and go to the…

Life in Lyman: Up up & away

I heard the tears while I was still in bed. They were so sad. One of the other children came running to tell me that my five-year-old daughter had let her balloon go outside. The tears were soon remedied with…