Sunshine, sticks and dead mice

After Caroline and I had a classier than usual evening at a friend’s party then the theater last night it was back to life as usual today.

After early church we went with Lynn to feed hay to and check the cattle, and then watch a truck come to load out soybeans.

It was beautiful, sunny and nearly 70. A welcome change after last week’s single digit temps.

Caroline enjoyed balancing on a downed tree while Lynn speared hay to feed.

And then the girls discovered a dead mouse that had just met it’s demise under a falling round bale of hay.

Of course they had to poke at it with sticks, because they are kids.

Kids do weird stuff.

Here is an example of a “farm gate”. This one separates the cattle from the hay so they don’t trample it down. I don’t like gates like this. They are a hassle to open, and a bigger hassle to shut.

Then we took unsuccessful turns trying to use this highly technical tool to break ice in a water trough in a currently unused pasture.

I need to buy the man a hatchet or something.

Then another farm gate. These broken gates make me bonkers.

While waiting for more hay to be loaded Claire found a stick and chased Caroline and I with it, while laughing like a maniac.

Then they struggled over who got to have the stick until it broke in half.

Claire did not give up willingly. I got tickled and couldn’t stop laughing and that made it harder to take it away.

Since she was whipping it around fiercely Lynn got involved and took it away and threw it over the fence. That made her pout.

She got over the pouting when she sat on and pretended to drive the old tractor hooked to the grain auger.

I found a robin’s egg while waiting for the soybean truck. A dispute ensued over who got to hold it. It ended when Claire tripped over a dirt clod and smashed it in her hand.

After the truck arrived I took the girls home to nap while Lynn kept on working.

So that’s our Sunday. Have a good week friends.

Sunday Bulletin

I occasionally, on Sunday mornings wonder if it is worth it.

Do the kids hear anything at all in church? Aren’t they too little?

Wouldn’t my time be better spent catching up on sleep so I can be kinder?

We brush hair, tell them to brush their teeth at least 6 times, and as the mean parents we are we insist on them wearing a jacket. Then I try to get myself dressed while settling kid arguments as I hurriedly slurp down my coffee.

It can seem like a lot of hassle. ESPECIALLY since we go to the “early” 8:30am service.

I don’t like mornings.

This morning Caroline sat with my father-in-law. I heard them giggle several times in the row behind me. I heard candy wrappers rustle. Once, during a prayer Caroline said “R!” I turned around and gave her the stink eye. To which she smiled sweetly and batted her eyes.

After service was over she showed me what they had been working on so furiously.

With Papaw’s help she spent the service taking notes on the bulletin.

It made me grin. She definitely had a lot of help with those words thanks to her partner-in-crime…but it appears she IS paying attention.

That makes getting ready Sunday mornings easier to manage.

Have a good week friends.

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