June finally

It’s been a minute since I blogged.

The entire month of May is crazy hectic and absolutely exhausting for me and Lynn both.

But we’ve finally got a little room to breathe. Or at least I have, and happy Mama, happy life…or something along those lines.

The girls are growing at lightening speed. They are also flexing their strong wills, testing me and each other.

I know they will need that someday, but I might have threatened to sell Caroline to the circus today as the “girl who never stops talking sideshow”.

Probably not my proudest parenting moment.

It’s probably not too out of character for me because she laughed uproariously slapped her knee and launched into another verbose and loud story. (What kid slaps their knee? I thought that was reserved for the 65+ crowd)

Caroline is old enough to hang with the farmers all day now. Although it completely wipes her out.

Claire is not ready for that but still prefers the farm over everything else.

They are wild children, reminiscent of the feral “dog boy child” with their shrieks and climbing and leaping. And then, when I least expect it they switch gears and become polite and proper society girls and demand everyone around them use polite manners.

They are happy and loving and are thriving.

Lynn and his dad baled some 340 some bales of hay today. He sent me this picture when he got done. Quite the office view.

He is the hardest worker I know, and I hope we can teach the girls that strong work ethic.

Anyway that’s where we are now. Glad May is over, and happy it’s June.

Thanks for reading friends.

Holding down the homefront

Claire had a haircut after work today and I got my bangs trimmed. Since we were a little later than expected, Lynn cooked dinner and I showered and bathed the girls. I’ve been fighting a cold so I was so happy to have him cook. Since we both work, we both have to pitch in some to get all the household stuff done. (So quit thinking I’m a big slacker)

Fried eggs, Fried potatoes and Mary B’s biscuits. That’s what’s cookin’.

After we ate it was my phone that rang instead of Lynn’s with news of a car through the fence. (The same fence that was run through the end of November by the Lowe’s truck) 


It’s cold outside, and the girls are all clean in their jammies. (I said CLEAN, not CALM. Both clean AND calm would be a miracle)

 For half a second I wanted to pretend no one had called and go on and enjoy a family night all warm and snuggled up.

But then I remembered I have common sense (sometimes I forget that) and I hurried to tell Lynn before he jumped in the shower. 

He put his dirty clothes back on, and I gave him the super-cool stocking cap with a LED light in it that the super-cool-and-awesome Santa put in his Christmas stocking.

He’s off to fix the fence, and I’m here with the girls. I feel a little guilty to be warm and comfortable, with a belly full of warm food. 

Please people slow down driving. It’s slick out there and still pretty icy in spots. We saw a bad wreck with injury coming home today and now this person is through the fence….hopefully uninjured.


Seeing the farmers (in our case, hubby and father-in-law) out spreading fertilizer brings me mixed emotions. On one hand…YAY, it’s SPRING. On the other hand it is the start of their long spring hours, that leads to long summer hours, which leads to long fall harvest hours. Basically, I’ll see Lynn while he is working and after dark until fall.

We amused ourselves driving around on the 4-wheeler and waving at those still working

Still, spring brings hope. And I am an independent type of woman and I think it would bother me to not be able to do my own thing like I’ve grown very accustomed to.


Plus dusk is my favorite time of day, so I don’t mind at all getting outside, in spring, at dusk. I don’t think the girls hate it either.

It's like taking a selfie with a couple wild animals
Peaceful dusk.

Kids are a mystery

So, after church I was digging through my purse looking for my phone…and at the bottom I come across this


The color doesn’t show up well, but it seems to be human hair….light brown…cut with scissors or a knife… And its straight hair. I can only guess it’s mine since its darker than the girls hair and lighter than hubbys. Also, a  pair of scissors have been stashed in my purse. Weird.

We go “help” Lynn feed after church. The girls think it’s great fun. The cows aren’t so sure.



That cloud lined up so the cow looks like she has a halo. Ha-ha.

Lynn explained to the kids what a creep feeder is. (It’s a feeder that only calves can fit in so they can get extra feed) They were super interested and ran up and spooked the calves, which spooked the kids, which being the mature parents we are made us cackle.

Anyway. Here is the girls in the tractor while Lynn and I were taking off netwrap. I think they adjusted every lever and turned every knob.


When we were done the cows were happy, the kids were happy and we all soaked up some sunshine which was glorious.




Have a great Sunday evening friends!


I planted flower bulbs back when I had time. (aka – pre-kid) Several were killed by errant weed-killer (Ah-HEM husband). But quite a few were not.

Daffodils are the first to bloom in our yard every year, and to me they signal spring is approaching which means HOPE that the nasty grey wetness of winter is almost over.


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