Life in the Fast Lane

We live in the woods. We tend to animals, homeschool, cook from scratch, and do a lot of things many would consider old fashioned. This is the quiet simple life. Or is it?

I began this blog after we moved here, almost seven years ago. For me blogging was a way to keep in touch with far away family and friends. It was also my version of scrap booking and photo albums. It was a way for me to preserve the memories. I remember the early days when the kids would say something cute or something interesting would happen on the farm, I'd be running to the computer to tell the story.

A lot has changed since then. We have more farm responsibilities, and more off farm activities. We are doers. It doesn't matter if we live in the city or the country we tend to say, "yes" to things. After seven years of living here, we have said "yes" to a lot of things, and now find ourselves just as, and likely more, busy than we've ever been.

Now, the kids' funny little stories are more likely to end up on Facebook because it is quick and easy. Larger stories get piled up in my head waiting their turn to be shared on the blog. And when I finally get around to putting those stories down it comes out as a synopsis of many stories instead of individual memories and stories. Kind of like today's post.

So, about a month ago, Nolan and Kellen were playing on the roof of our storage shed. Nolan decided he wanted to jump off of it onto a pile of 2x4's about 15 feet down. Kellen tells Nolan, "Sure you can make it. Go for it." Did I mention he was wearing Crocs? Worn out Crocs.  This was the result of that little story:

He broke his heal. And just when I thought he was past the stage of yearly ER visits.

Our next adventure following the broken heal was a field trip to see replicas of the Nina and Pinta. This is when Nolan found out how difficult it really is to get around on crutches.

Then there is this complete randomness I found on my camera. Kellen sweeping the floor in a bow tie. I have no explanation.

We've butchered chickens a few times in the past few weeks, and the boar was a regular visit to our front yard for several days until we found the problem in the electric fence. The problem has been fixed. He has once again learned earned to respect the fence.

Tim's Grandma Apple passed away, and we traveled to Mt. Vernon, Ohio last weekend to say goodbye and spend time with the Appleton family.

We spent the remainder of the weekend in Central Ohio. We stayed with my brother Jake. We went to Christmas lights at the zoo. Do you like Nolan's ride? They were out of wheelchairs. I don't think he was overly thrilled with it either.

It was the first Saturday of December. The weather was gorgeous, and I think all of Central Ohio came to the zoo with us. Despite the crowd, we enjoyed the zoo, the lights, and the exhibits that were open. The aquarium was fantastic, and we saw the manatees, the reptiles, and penguins.

The next day we went to COSI. The kids had so much fun here!

The kids have been pooling their money together for months in the Wii U fund. Last week, they finally had enough saved, and over the weekend they were able to purchase it. I'd say Kellen is pretty happy about that! 

Then yesterday, on the way home from getting feed, Tim took the truck and the feed trailer over the hill.

from the road

from below

He walked away with barely a scratch, and thankfully none of the kids went with him.. Thank God! He reports this morning feeling beat up. The trailer was in shreds by the time the pulled it up the hill. The front of the truck is smashed. The roll bar on the bed kept Tim from being smashed in the cab. Believe it or not, almost all of the feed bags in the trailer survived the journey, and none of the straw bales in the truck bed broke open. Some very nice guys who lived near by brought 4-wheelers and a truck and helped Tim load the feed and straw out via the hollow. They even drove it home for us. The truck and trailer took the tow company the entire afternoon to hoist up the hill. It could have been worse, much, much worse.

So today I sit here and am so very grateful for my family and for their health. I am thankful for the good times we have together, and for the experiences we've faced in this adventure of life. Life is busy, too busy. Events like yesterday's make me stop, take a deep breath, and remember the what is really important.

Quarters

To give allowance or not to, that is a question that seems to plaque every parent at some point in time. It is one that we have gone either way on over the years, but have mostly landed on the not side. The bottom line for us is money doesn't come because you exist, it comes because you work, and daily chores around the house are part of being in a family.

And even though I strongly feel that way, we've started giving the kids $2 per week. Doesn't make sense does it? Let me explain.

I found myself at a place of frustration with the kids. Frustration at whining, feet dragging, and complaining over school work and chores. I found myself nagging, and getting angry for needing to repeat myself 20 times before anything got done. No one thing was really enough for a consequence, but added up, times four kids was very frustrating.

A friend had told me about how she uses quarters to address this kind of issue. I started with her idea, adjusted it a little, and put it in place. This is how it works.

Each child has a container. Every week I put two dollars in quarters in the containers. When someone whines about their school work, or has to be asked repeatedly to complete a task, I take a quarter out of their container. If they run out of quarters, (which no one has yet) there are more serious consequences. At the end of the week they get the money that is left.

Admittedly, this plan was put in place mostly for the youngest two. I really didn't expect a quarter to mean much to the older children, but I have been surprised how well it really does work.

We've been using this system for a couple months now. On the one hand, I realize I am paying my children to do what they should do anyway. On the other had, I've found that my children are very motivated by money, and the peace this has brought to this household is well worth the potential loss of $8, and the slight change in our stance on allowances.

An added bonus is that the two younger children now have a way to earn a little money. The older two have the opportunity to earn quite a bit of money from farm activities. Before the quarters, the younger ones really only had their own money from birthdays or holidays. It has been good for them.

I'm still not a huge fan of allowances, but I am a huge fan of figuring out what works to keep my children motivated and on task. Who knew that all it took were a few quarters?

Cleaning

It is no secret, I am not a good house keeper. I really do appreciate a nice clean house, but somehow lack the discipline and motivation to keep mine that way. I am easily distracted by other tasks when there is cleaning that needs done. (As in always.) In the summer, the great outdoors calls. I'd much rather be digging around in the garden than accomplishing any cleaning task. Winter isn't much better. The kitchen is my distraction then. Below are today's distractions.

We just keep our heads above water (clutter.) Though the laundry pile never seems to end, laundry is done on an almost daily basis. The kitchen has to be kept decent. I can over look a lot of things, but waking up to a kitchen of dirty dishes makes me a little crazy. The kids help with picking up, sweeping, and the bathrooms. Though sometimes it is questionable whether their help is actually helpful.

Below you can see Kellen's idea of helping me in the kitchen, licking the cinnamon and sugar off the table. Seriously, I don't make this stuff up.

I'd like to think when the kids are gone, I'll have a clean house. But let's be real. Before kids our house was cleaner, but cleaning still wasn't my top priority. I don't see that changing anytime. Maybe, when the kids are gone, I can afford a housekeeper to keep up with the tasks that I let slide. A girl can dream can't she?

Hello Sandy!

What a difference a couple days, a Hurricane, and a cold front make!

The end of last week was beautiful! So, beautiful in fact, that Tim took a couple vacation days to catch up on a couple projects around the farm. One was oiling down the manure spreader. These picture were taken Friday.

Saturday the temperatures dropped, and  it started raining. It kept raining until Monday night when sometime while we slept, that rain turned to snow. These pictures were taken today.

It was eerie being out this morning. You could hear the trees cracking, and the giant crack and tumble of large branches or thud of trees coming down. Luckily none damaged anything. We scrambled this morning to get chickens situated. We weren't expecting this much, and we still have chickens and pullets in tractors. We lost a few, and I am kicking myself for not having them better prepared.

The power went out around 9:30. The snow continued until just awhile ago, around 4:00. The forecast is calling for more snow and then rain through Friday.

We have generators going. We have cooking set up. We are only inconvenienced. Our thoughts and prayers go out to those who took the brunt of Hurricane Sandy.

But I will say after the Derecho this summer, and the aftermath of a hurricane this fall, I've had my fill of severe weather and power outages.

Fall Doings

The last week, I've been thoroughly enjoying the beauty of fall. I love fall. I love the colors, the warm days and crisp mornings. I love the food of fall. There isn't much I don't like about fall except that winter follows it.

Yesterday was very windy, and the leaves were blowing everywhere, and I realized fall wouldn't be with us much longer. We've been busy this fall.

There was our annual trip to the Pumpkin Festival. The kids, along with hundreds of others decorate their pumpkins. Then there are historical demonstrations to see, booths to shop, and places to play. Nolan and Vivian wanted to play in the hay (which was actually straw) maze. You know, because we don't have any hay to play in here on the farm.

We also attended a local farm day at a friends' farm. We got a tour of her high tunnel, met with others interested in local food, and enjoyed a meal prepared with local ingredients. It was a fun afternoon. Oh, what did my kids want to do while we were there? Play in the straw pit. You know, because we don't have any straw here on the farm. Well, except for Kellen, who took his normal position away from everyone with a book.

Vivian cleaning up the salad from lunch.

We've been clearing out gardens and putting some to rest for the season. We have a little help from the pigs this year. They do an excellent job of clean up for us! They even fertilize as they go!

Not all the gardens are getting a rest though. Tim and Kellen set up some low tunnels using almost all materials we had on hand. We have lettuces, broccoli, cabbage, carrots, onions, and radishes going under them now. When it gets a little colder, I will add a layer of plastic for extra protection.

We planted a different variety of pie pumpkins this year. They are called Winter Luxury. They are so delicious. I've been baking and cooking a lot with pumpkin. Apparently, the chickens think they are as delicious as we do. Good thing I have a ample supply put aside for me!

And Kellen has been working on firewood. He has been splitting it and putting it in bundles to sell at The Wild Ramp. He has an ample supply waiting to be split. Hopefully, we will get our wood burner in soon, and put a good dent in that pile and our electric bill.

I used to think that summer was the busy season, and that things would slow down in the fall and the winter. After seven years here, I realize that there really is no slow season. Every season has its own busy about it. The tasks may change but the to do list always remains. We enjoy each season and its accompanying beauty and tasks as it comes. I just wish fall would last a little longer.

Why is Local Important to You?

This summer we've been involved with a new local food market in Huntington WV. Perhaps, involved, is not a strong enough word. We've been neck deep in the planning and building of this idea into a reality. In with us has been a talented and committed group of consumers and producers, a slew of volunteers, donors, and supporters. Talk started in March.  Less than three months ago, a miracle happened and The Wild Ramp opened for business.

The community support has been incredible. Farmers in the area have been excited to be involved. We hear farmers talk of increasing production to meet the demand. Consumers keep us ever on our toes with local products they would like to purchase. And The Wild Ramp is in the middle of  a Kickstarter to improve the store. It has been exciting, and we've been with it from the very beginning.

So, today, when Kellen asked me, "Why do people make such a big deal out of local food?" I was kind of taken a back. How had he failed to catch this when he has watched this entire process unfold?

He does understand how The Wild Ramp helps our farm. Since The Wild Ramp has opened our sales have taken a huge jump. Even Kellen and Lydia have taken products there and made a little money. He understands how The Wild Ramp is more convenient for our customers and more convenient for us. Making  money, Kellen understands.

His question was more aimed at understanding why other people should care about local food. I really didn't have a clear concise answer for him. I think there are so many different reasons people do (and should) care about local food it was hard to give a simple answer.


I talked to him about quality. That he also understands. My family has become food snobs. We didn't intend to make them that way, but it just happened after years of eating the fresh food that we grow. The kids can taste the difference.

He tried to get me by saying he could have the same quality shipped from somewhere else. Maybe, but you lose quality in the shipping time, and you add cost. (Score one for mom.)

I explained that some people who can't raise their own food just want to know where their food is coming from. Sometimes there are health concerns. Other times people care about animal welfare. There are a 100 different reasons why people want to know their farmer.

Some people support local farms (and other local businesses) because it is good for the local economy. Supporting local food keeps money in the local economy. It creates jobs. It creates new businesses. It boosts the community. Not so sure I had Kellen convinced on that.

I know, to many of you, local food is very important. Why is it important to you?  I would love to read your reasons and share them with Kellen.

And it if it is important to you, would you take a moment and check out Ramp Up! The Wild Ramp Kickstarter? Your support by backing or by spreading the news is greatly appreciated! 

My Morning Entertainment

I love mornings. I love waking up before the rest of the family to enjoy a cup of coffee and some quiet time. I love the morning chores. It is a simple, peaceful routine. A time to watch and chat with the animals. They don't talk back, and they think I'm wonderful, as long as I am carrying a bucket of feed.

Many mornings I have to remind myself to quit watching the animals and move a long. They are so entertaining. One particular group has me enthralled currently. They are a group of 4 week old light Brahma pullets. They aren't exactly cute and fuzzy chicks any more. They are at the teen awkward pullet stage. There is still some fuzz mixed in with those new feathers. They don't cluck. They still peep, and if you've been around a group of peeping chicks, you know how incessant and demanding those little peeps can be.

Their pen is near our side door. Every morning when I step out that door I hear them peeping. "Are you coming yet?"  "We are waiting." It isn't that they are hungry. They aren't thirsty. They aren't even cold. What these little girls want is to get out of their pen. They want to run, and try their wings. They want to scratch, eat bugs, and taste the grasses they find. They want me to come open the dang door.

I grab my bucket of feed. They don't really care much about that. Their feeder isn't empty. As I approach their door and fill the feeder, they all huddle in the back of the pen. I grab their waterer, and start to walk away. They are waiting. Waiting for me to get far enough away that it is safe. If I hadn't turned around, I would have missed the show.

Yes, this is my daily entertainment. Every morning, I step back, and I wait for the Brahma show. Every morning, it brings a smile to my face.

From the mouths of babes.

Earlier this week I strained my back. It was stiff and painful for the majority of the week. Tasks that required bending over were particularly painful. So, the other day when my jeans were rolled up funny at the bottom and needed adjusted, I asked Vivian to come and help me.

As she was helping me, I asked her if she was going to take care of me like this when I was old. I told her when I was old like Aunt Hazel (my great aunt who is 95) she would have to tie my shoes and help me with all kinds of things. Vivian, my baby, who cherishes being helpful and being with her mommy still, was completely agreeable to my teasing suggestions.

Nolan, who had been standing off to the side watching and listening, had this to say, "But Mom you are already...." and he caught himself as he realized what kind of trouble he was about to step into.

Nolan, it is always Nolan. What a stinker!

WV State Fair

This past weekend we had our first trip to the WV State Fair. We spent the majority of our time in the llama barn, but we had a lot of fun with the llama show and the rest of the fair!

We started off bright and early Friday morning with the performance classes. Showmanship was first. Vivian showed in the sub junior class. Lydia and Nolan in the juniors, and Kellen in the intermediate.

Next were the fun classes. This really was a fun show. The pack, PR, and obstacle classes were all movie themed. The theme for the pack classes was "Robin Hood." Part of the course was "stealing" juice boxes and putting them in your pack. Lydia asked the all important question, "Do we get to keep them?" They did. Here Nolan is running out of the forest to hide in the cave from the Sheriff.

The Public Relations course was "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" themed. Here Kellen is taking some "Turkish delight" at the end of the course.

The theme for the Obstacle Course was "Pirates of the Caribbean." I wish I would have gotten better pictures of this. There was a mist hose they had to walk through and after their sword fight and walking the plank they had to walk through water. Many of the llamas wanted nothing to do with that, including Lydia's Bella and Nolan's S8ter. They got wet feet for nothing. Kellen had no problem with L'Oreal and the water though.

The highlight of fun at the llama show was the costume contest! Crazy funny llamas and handlers!

Friday was a very long but fun day. Saturday was a shorter day with fewer and quicker moving classes. After we finished, the kids rode rides for a few hours. We went back to the hotel for dinner and swimming with the intentions of going back to the fair for fireworks. We were all sound asleep by 9:30. Sunday we walked around the fair for a few hours in the morning before gathering our things and heading home.

Busy Summer

This was supposed to be our summer to catch up, to get things into order, and work on projects here on the farm. Apparently, it wasn't meant to be. It has been a crazy busy summer. It has been good, but we've been busy off the farm instead of on the farm.

This summer's project was The Wild Ramp. We are so excited for this store to be open in Huntington. In the long run it is going to be a fabulous resource for us, but this summer it occupied far more of our time than we ever thought it would.

Here we are at the end of July. The kids have had llama shows. Kellen is currently gone at CTY, a three week camp, and Tim is neck deep in his busy season of work. August is jammed packed with another llama show at the WV State Fair, visits to Grandma & Grandpa, and I may want to start thinking about school. Oh my head is spinning.

I haven't even started canning. We got a good early start on the garden, but then kind of stalled. We've been enjoying eating out of the garden, but are just getting ready for canning. We trellised the tomatoes Florida weave style this year for the first time. I like it! Some of the rows are too close together, but this trellis works wonderfully! Keeps the plants supported and the tomatoes off the ground.

We had a horrible hot dry spell. The first planting of beans has not produced anything. This is a second planting. Hoping for some good production!

The first planting of corn is almost ready. This is Cherokee White Eagle. It is the tallest sweet corn I've ever seen. In fact, it may be the tallest corn of any type of I've ever seen! It has held up remarkably well through the windy storms we've had this summer! We'll see how it tastes.

This summer hasn't gone quite how we had planned, but it is all good. Those projects aren't going anywhere. They will be right there when things slow down a little.

Derecho

Der what?


I had never heard the term derecho  until one passed through our woods, and a few neighboring states. I've heard it described as an on land hurricane.  Wikipedia defines it as "a widespread, long-lived, straight-line windstorm that is associated with a fast-moving band of severe thunderstorms."

Tree broken in half.

Nine days ago in the late afternoon the kids and I could see a storm coming. We could see the black sky. I was hopeful for the rain. When the wind started the kids and I ran out to put up vehicle windows. We had new piglets and headed down to the pig house to be sure they were secure. That was when the real wind began.

The winds were fierce. We could hear trees falling. We saw trees snap in half.  The wind swirled up the hill toward us from the hollow below. You couldn't tell which direction the wind was coming from. The kids thought it was great. I was a little scared.

The wind of the storm didn't last long, maybe fifteen minutes. Following the wind was nice steady rain. After the storm passed, it was eerily calm.  The calm was only in the weather. The storm had left chaos in its wake.

The calm after the storm.

Tree on the fence

We were fortunate. We counted roughly a dozen trees down along the driveway and around the buildings. We didn't even attempt to go out and look at the rest of the wooded property. The only damage done was to some pig fence. Our electric went out during the storm. Tim was driving home from work during the storm. It took him hours and several tries to make it   up to our ridge and home. Trees were blocking every road, and he ended up helping a group of neighbors to clear one of the trees so he could finally get through.

The storm damage was widespread. The power outages were everywhere. Our power was out for five days. There are many in our state who still do not have power nine days later. No power plus a grueling heat wave makes for a lot of grumpy people.

We fared well. We have a generator. So, no food losses. We were able to cook on the outside cook stove and grill. The generator will power quite a few things. The first day Kellen figured out how to hook up the wireless router. You know, because internet is a necessity. Well, at least to a 13 year old. Our kitchen counter became the charging station. We charged our phones, kindles, and the kids' DS. You see the other "necessity" we had to plug in; the coffee maker. I ran the vacuum. I used the washing machine. We just couldn't use everything at the same time.

charging station

It was hot. Thankfully most nights it cooled off significantly. We were able to open the house up at night to cool it off, and shut it down during the day. It was tolerable.

We also found we aren't quite as prepared as we could be. We were caught with low supplies of propane and gas. We were able to go out and purchase these. That may not always be the case. We never lost water, but many did. We have a rain collection system we use for animals and gardens. We need to be able to purify that water for our use. If this happened in the winter, we'd be scrambling to keep the house warm. Must get our wood burner in. I'd love to pick up a wood burner with a cook top.

So that was a derecho. I hope we never meet again, but we can say it was a character building experience. It was a good learning tool. I hope all my friends who are still without power get it back soon!

Never a Dull Moment.

Kellen's revelation.

Only Nolan

If you've been around this blog for long, or know us personally, you're probably somewhat acquainted with the drama that is Nolan. With Nolan there is no middle ground. If he is tired, he is so tired that he can't even walk. He has to plop down right then and there.

If he is bored, look out world because he will push your every button just looking for a little reaction. A little reaction of course isn't enough he just keeps pushing until he makes you down right angry.

If he is hungry, everything must stop (or so he thinks) until he acquires sustenance. He can't be a little hungry. He is starving. And if he is really starving....

The other day Kellen stayed home with Nolan while I did some running. Around lunch time Nolan tells Kellen, "What is for lunch? I'm starving." Whatever Kellen answered did not satisfy. Nolan continued, "No, I am starving. Not American starving. I am African starving."

He sure makes things interesting around here. Gotta love him.

Llamas Llamas Llamas

This spring we set out on a new adventure, llamas. No we didn't get any llamas, but our wonderful 4-H leader is the owner of Head and Heart Fiber Farm, and she is allowing the club members to train and show her llamas this summer. The kids have been working hard learning about llamas, training them, and learning about showmanship for the last month.

Last weekend was their second show. They all did so well. The three older kids showed in showmanship, obstacles, public relations, and pack classes. Vivian showed in showmanship and obstacles.

L'Oreal decided she needed a break while the judge did a little paperwork during Vivian's showmanship class.

Nolan and Sk8tr are best buds.

Lydia and Lady Bella. Second in showmanship

Kellen who claims to not like llamas all that much. Huh?

We brought along friends and cousins to this show too.  We all had a lot of fun. The show went late into the night. Annie's son went to the van to sleep. Nolan conked out in the grass for a little bit, but we all still had a great time!

Featured at WV Farm 2 U.

Photo credit: Beth Rankin

Well yes, we are still here. And no I haven't forgotten about this blog. Getting gardens  and hay in, and farmers' markets are keeping us super busy.  Our farm has been featured at the blog for WVFARM2U. Check it out, Farming for the Family.

Chickie Love

How many chicks have come and gone through this farm? Hundreds, but I can't stop being fascinated with them.

I love when they arrive. They are nothing but tiny bunches of fluff; so soft, so adorable. I take each one out of their shipping box, give them a drink of water, and then sit and watch them awhile. They know just what to do. They scratch at the ground. They find the feeders and the heat of the warming lamps.

They grow and change quickly. After a couple of weeks, they have lost some of their fluff. Wing feathers and tail feathers are there instead, but the chicks are still cute. They are still curious, and I still love to watch them.

Yesterday, we moved some 2 week old chicks outside to one of the chicken tractors. I watched for a little while. At first they were a little confused. "What is this place with the strange green floor?" It didn't take them long to figure out that floor contain delicious things like clover, grass, and bugs. Soon they were exploring. One would find a particular treat and start running around while the others chased trying to steal the treat. They discovered the dried grass in the fencing that got stuck after Kellen last mowed, and in typical broiler fashion, they also discovered quickly where the feed was located.

Later that evening, the warming lamps came on and they all congregated near them in the center of the pen. Those lamps also attracted the bugs and soon chicks were jumping and grabbing moths, mosquitoes, and other bugs. Then they'd try to get comfortable under the lights. Just when they found the best place, some other chick would come along and push them aside, or they'd fall off the roost. It really was quite comical, and Tim and I sat there for over an hour watching them. 

In a couple of weeks and they will no longer be so cute and fun to watch. I guess that is a good thing since most of these are broilers. But in a couple of weeks there will also be a new batch of chickies to watch and enjoy. I can't wait.

Crafting at My Speed

 We really have a wonderful and active homeschool community. It truly is a blessing.

This year one of the moms decided to offer the other moms a crafting class while the kids were in their music classes. This is not my strong suit, but I'm adventurous.

Together we made a disappearing nine patch quilt. Well beyond my skill level alone, but with friends it was fun and turned out lovely. We made decorations for a dance. And then we started on rag rugs.

I've always been envious of my friends who can sit and crochet or knit while having a conversation, watching kids or TV, or waiting for an appointment. I've longed to be able to do something productive, creative, and practical during those down times. They all promise me it truly is easy, and I'm sure it is after you get the hang of it, but there is a learning curve involved.

A couple of winters ago I tried my hand at crochet. It was frustrating to me. I finally did get the hang of the basic stitch, and I made a chain. I made a very long crochet chain, and nothing else. That was the end of my attempt.

When we started on rag rugs, I knew this was a craft that was more my speed. No skill involved. No learning curve. No creativity necessary. I loved that it could be made entirely of scraps, as in free! The center of my rug is made from scrap material from my sewing friends. The rest is made from our old clothing that was too worn or stained to sell or give away. Something practical made from things I'd otherwise be throwing away; that I like. The fact that the learning curve is almost non existent is something that I can love.

My first rug was started with our class, and finished during family movies nights. It now resides in our bathroom. It may not be the prettiest rug ever, but I love it.

A Little Nugget that Stuck

We are bombarded with 1000's of pieces of information on a daily basis. The vast majority of it doesn't stay with us, and even less of it actually impacts us. Then sometimes, something small, something that doesn't even seem that important at the time sticks, and later has an impact.

Two years ago I attended our regional homeschool conference with two friends. Talk about information overload. The two things that I learned from the conference; Tim Hawkins is even funnier live, and I loved the Notgrass curriculum. Not to take away from the conference. I really enjoyed it, but those are the highlights two years out. And there was one other tiny piece of information that my friends shared with me.

Mary & Angie's oldest kids are older than mine. They went to workshops about highschool while I just wasn't there yet. I do not remember which workshop or speaker it was they heard, but I do remember they mentioned a program through Duke University for talented kids.

I went home and looked up the information, and some how it stuck with me until the next summer. That year Kellen took the SAT through their talent search. He qualified to participate in their programs, but the programs filled up so fast (as in the day registration opened) that is all we ever did with Duke.

This year I wanted Kellen to take a college level standardized test again. Honestly, I didn't know if there was another way for him to take it except through a talent search (still don't know btw,) I searched google for 8th grade talent searches. I found Johns Hopkins Center for Talented Youth (CTY).

I really didn't expect much from the program. We had gotten excited the year before for Duke's program, only to be disappointed. I expected even less when I went to sign him up for the ACT and realized I'd waited a little too long, and he wouldn't take it until April. But we went forward. He took the test, and we waited to see the scores. They were good; very good.

Late last week, before the scores were even released to us, we got an email from CTY congratulating Kellen on his scores, and inviting him to apply for the three week summer program, and the scholarship for rural students. Tuesday morning, over the phone, he was awarded the scholarship.

We will get more details next week, but this July he will be spending three weeks with other talented students studying one of the class subjects that he picked. I'm so excited for him!

I am so glad that this nugget of information stuck with me! Thanks Mary and Angie for passing it along. I hope too that it might stick for some of you out there with academically gifted kids. We'll keep you updated on the program as we go.