Posted in Cat, Lydia's Posts

How to wash a cat

Washing a cat can be very tedious! As you probably know, cats, (most of the time) do not like water, and washing a cat includes water. First get a bucket of water, soap, a strong person, and a dirty cat. Next, use your strong person to dunk the cat in water. Then, rub the soap into the cat’s wet fur. (I used dog soap and it worked great!) Let it sit 5 minutes or more. Dunk it in water 5 to 6 times. After that dry it with a towel that you will use only for the cat . Your cat is now clean and it feels very wet, but after you dry it good it feels soft, warm and is happy to be out of the water and to cuddle in your comforting arms!


Posted in Lydia's Posts, Presidents

Andrew Jackson

Hello! My name is Lydia Faith Leake, and I’m going to tell you about Andrew Jackson.

The 7th presadent was born March 15 1767, (and the first president to be born in a log cabin) and he died on June 8 1845. He was half Scottish ( from his mother) half Irish ( from his father). He was born between SC and NC. In the American revolutionary war, he acted as a courier. At age 13, he got captured by the mistreating British. He became a lawyer later, and in 1796 he helped found the state of Tennessee. He was a very hot tempered man, and that led to him killing a man in a duel , Regarding his wife Rachel ( who committed polygamy, which is not telling that you are not divorced when you get married, while Jackson committed adultery) . Then the people that supported him founded the Democratic party. Jackson was much against Adams, and since he was hot tempered you can imagine how that would be! The Adams called him and his wife “bigamists”; she died soon after the election and he called the Adams “murderers”and since he was a hot tempered man, he never forgave them. Are there any questions or comments? If so, don’t be bashful!

Posted in Bethany's Posts, Nature

A Tree-Top Experience

      One last shinny and Logan grasped the gray, smooth Maple branch. He’d shinnied more than 25 feet up the slippery bark of a great old Red Maple. His arms and legs were scratched up and his navy blue polar shirt had a long tear down the sleeve. Looking down below him, Logan could see the vast fields of autumn crops ready for harvesting and the nearby White Oaks stretching their massive arms out. All the trees, far and wide, had arrayed themselves in purple, blazing orange, bright red, golden brown, every color in the whole wide world or so it seemed. Logan sat contented for what seemed to be a whole hour drinking in all the shining landscaping. Nothing could be more serene, more perfect. A slight wind ruffled Logan’s chestnut hair. His curly locks were swept from his face.

    Finally, eager to climb higher, Logan pulled his short, stocky body up and found the nearest branch with his hand. He rested his hand a bit on the flaky, dead wood of the next highest branch. And then pulled with all his strength. Crack! Slam! The branch stubbornly refused to hold his weight and snapped with one pull. The branch threw Logan off balance. His glasses were snatched from his face. He had no time to see their fate. Branch after branch scratched him rudely, and his face knocked into many another limb. Only sharp thinking saved him. He grabbed anything he could. First only a clump of red leaves, then- yes, a solid branch, the branch he had, only moments before, perched in ecstasy. He gripped it tightly. His strong arms held on for dear life. Down below he saw his bent and shattered glasses and the disastrous limb that had started this downward spiral. He managed to shinny all the way down, picked his glasses up, and trotted home. Only then did he lick his lips and taste the warm wetness of blood. He arrived home bruised, bloody-nosed, and disheveled. In all his 9 years of life he’d had plenty of close-calls. This was just one more.

Posted in Bethany's Posts, pictures

First Attempt at Making a Journal

I decided to make a journal completely from “scratch” :). I got the idea from my sister Hannah, who helped me figure out how to do it. Here are some pictures of how it turned out.

Here is the front cover.

P1220559                                                  I think I like the back cover better.P1220564           Here’s all the different kinds of paper in the journal.                        P1220565                                                           and here’s the inside.;)


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How was your Christmas? I hope it was great; ours was! For breakfast, we had a delicious Romanian bread called pasca.  Dad read from a John Piper advent book; we opened gifts; we went on a walk and took lots of pictures; and we ate sausage balls and other good food.

The warm,  honey-glazed pasca.
The warm, honey-glazed pasca.
Gabriel gave us a really fun game called Blokus.
Gabriel gave us a really fun game called Blokus.
More pasca
More pasca
Hannah, Lydia, and Mom in a cornfield.
Hannah, Lydia, and Mom in a cornfield.
Dinner was great.
Dinner was great.
Here we are opening stockings.
Here we are opening stockings.

Have a great New Year.