Blackberry thicket kidsploring

Off they go on their long journey through the blackberry thicket….they played in the cow paths between for at least half an hour. They were convinced I couldn’t see them. I didn’t argue.
It was all fun until Caroline fell into something….muddy. When I saw her expression I couldn’t quit laughing. She was not amused.

Surprise blessings

We had the Flu last week. 

Lynn and I were diagnosed Monday, Claire came down with a virus that acted the same way Monday night….And just when we thought we were done Caroline was diagnosed Saturday. 

(Boring side note -Claire’s nasal swab tested negative for the flu, and the Dr discussed false negatives with me. I’m pretty convinced that’s what hers was. )

Lynn took a total of 3 hours off work and powered on through farming with a 103 something fever…But would collapse into a feverish shivering heap when he got home. He’s a beast.

I am most decidedly NOT a beast, and couldn’t even sit upright until Thursday. I had to go back to the Dr to get a shot and more meds. (You know…Delicate flower that I am. Ha!)

It was a rough week.

But, in every cloud there is a silver lining. 

Do you know that EVERY DAY last week I had kind, generous friends that offered to bring us dinner? Every day. 

At least TWICE a day last week I received a text from someone offering to run to the store for us.

Several years ago, I prayed for friends. I asked that I would have people in my life that would help me when I needed help. People that were good. 

That prayer has been so abundantly answered…and even in my sick misery I almost cried with happiness every time someone offered. (Probably a little dramatic…But I tend towards drama when I’m sick)

To me, every offer represented an answered prayer.

I was too stubborn and prideful to accept the help. Much like three-year-old Claire, my life motto seems to be “I do it by MYSELF”. It’s ingrained in my being to do it for myself or die trying. No help will be accepted.

(I mean, if I am capable making it to the kitchen and tossing the kids a bag of crackers, a few chips-ahoy and a kool-aid pouch, then I’ve obviously got it under control right?! )
Ironically, I get such a blessing out of doing small, ordinary things to help others. And I love how it brightens others days…But to be honest (selfishly)I really love how my girls light up when they can help someone too. It does my heart good to see them begin to think about others and helping. Maybe I’m keeping that blessing away from my friends and their kids? (That’s a deep thought to ponder another day.)

It’s something I’m working on. There is normal, then there is fiercely independent…and then waaaaayy past fiercely independent there is ME. I need to reign in my reluctance to accept help, and accept the generosity of the friends that I’ve been blessed with.

It’s a lonely island of my own making. And it gets hard sometimes.

And not an island I want my girls to learn to reside on. 

So, dear friends – I promise next time I won’t be so stubborn, when I legitimately need help. Which means  in the future when I can’t hack it I’m taking you up on your offers when you extend them. (So be careful what you offer. Haha)

I love you guys. 

Have a great week.

(Pics from Fridays outing to accompany Lynn to look at some farm machinery. We lounged around in the truck instead of on the couch that day. And Claire…Using a walky-talky in fairy wings. )

Sick, sick, always sick.

Life isn’t always easy.

I came down with a respiratory virus Friday, and by Saturday I couldn’t talk. (Which the girls seemed to enjoy)

Saturday night, Lynn started with the fever, chills and cough. Copycat.

Since those ole cattle still want to eat everyday, regardless…Off we went.

Caroline wanted to carry the ear taggers.

The reason the calves wear ear-tags is so that they can be matched with their mothers (cows sometimes get confused) so we know at a glance how old it is, and because all the health and genetic information correlates with the tag number.

You tell my husband a tag number he can tell you that animals birthday, its weight at birth, vaccinations it has had, health issues it has had and so on through its entire life.

 (He’s very detail oriented…Even if he didn’t notice my new nail polish)

It’s not a traumatic process for the calf, and the mama cow looks on carefully, ready to step in if she feels her calf is threatened. The majority of cows are fierce Mamas….I can relate to them there.

 
Always dramatic, Caroline threw a fit because she had to ride the 4-wheeler with me instead of riding on the “fun tractor” with Lynn.

Neither of us had the energy to deal with it. So Lynn gave her the stink eye. I’m proud of him, that is a dern good stink-eye.

Claire looks on smugly. Finally it’s not her in trouble.

The look quieted her down and she resigned herself to the “oh so tragic” fate of riding with me.

Lynn left Claire on the little tractor so the cows wouldn’t come over and investigate the tiny loud person. She loved every second of it.

There was a calf missing, so Caroline and I went to find it. It was on the other side of the shallow creek, and we might have gone across a bit faster than nessecary…And two more times across than nessecary to check the calf. (The calf was fine)

The fun had a positive impact on Caroline’s mood.

At the next rented farm, we all piled in the much bigger cab (enclosed) tractor.

When Lynn got out of the cab I sat in his seat….You know for a sans-makeup-or-brushed-hair selfie. I look exactly like I feel. Thank goodness for my sunglasses to hide behind.

Claire wanted in on the selfie action 

They get a little stir crazy.

Despite feeling less than good, Lynn took time to take each girl out and let her pet one of the gentler cows.

I opened a gate for the tractor to go through and while we waited for it to return I let (encouraged) the girls to run off some of their excess energy.

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After we opened the last gate I got Claire to stay out and walk back to the truck with me. She sprinted ahead, you can see her behind the stopped tractor. 

One would think after all that the kids took a great nap today…But one would be wrong.

I am currently supervising them outside since it is a fabulous 72degrees today. They are barefoot in the backyard going down their slide headfirst….This is after I made them quit digging a sizeable hole in the yard with a garden trowel.(I also required them to refill said hole)

Say a prayer if you will for Lynn. He’s got a fever and chills and is wrapped up on the couch waiting to go back and feed again. Ain’t no rest for the wicked….Or the farmer.

Have a good, healthy week friends. I know I’m going to try my hardest to do just that.

A violent tragedy has occured.

We’ve cleaned up the crime scene and have a prime suspect in custody.

A confession is expected soon.

Making the best of it

It happened. 

I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that delicious chicken salad from a cafeteria that I didn’t see come straight out of the refrigerator.

I knew my stomach is a big sissy and can’t handle what most people have no problem with.

I KNEW BETTER. But I did it anyway.

I’ve not felt that bad since I had to stay the night in the hospital from food poisoning way back in 2004….So my best guess is that’s what it was.

Either way it was bad stuff. So bad.

Since this morning I wasn’t in any state to effectively parent our wild girls Lynn had to figure out something.

Cows don’t care if I’m sick. Cows are still hungry and need their farmer. (I might have called them “stupid cows” under my breath this morning) 

It was 20 degrees here bright and early, too cold for little girls to be outside for long periods of time.

So Lynn took the girls to his parents house, wished them (his parents) luck, and left to go feed cattle.

Thankfully the girls (even Claire) remember they have manners when (and only when) I am not around. 

They watched cartoons, read books and made cookies. I received this photo from my mother-in-law, it is my father-in-law holding both girls and doing something he has never, ever done before.

In their happy place. Photo credit to Roselyn Waters.

The man has never before today made and decorated cookies. He has done a lot of things in his life…But somehow cookie baking wasn’t included on that list. Apparently when Memaw asked them if they wanted to engage in a little baking, Caroline and Claire wheedled and blinked their big baby eyes at Papaw, and used all their charm. 

When employed, their charm is almost completely irresistible. Like the siren call of a mermaid to a sailor…Or the box of “Chips Ahoy with Oreo frosting middles” to me at the grocery store, it’s something that can’t easily be ignored. (Seriously. I can eat an entire box of those cookies by myself. I may have even hid from the children before so I didnt have to share those bites of deliciousness … though not today) These kids are smart. They know how to work together when need be.

At any rate, they all made a beautiful new memory today.

And I lost 10 whole pounds overnight. I’ve never had a diet that worked that fast and efficiently.

So maybe good things happen even from a terrible night of sickness.

(Don’t worry church friends, I won’t come tomorrow just in case I have germs to share)

Whew. Enjoy your weekend friends.

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