Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Rough Life

Apparently someone feels like it is a rather rough ride in the feed pickup this morning.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Weekend in Review

Kenyon's great Aunt Chelle was kind enough to give him his first haircut.  After this experience I have decided that I would rather try to shave a wet, mad cat than try to hold an 8 month old boy still for an extended period of time. 
How do you celebrate 8 months of life?  With a cup of joe and your grandad, of course. 
We ended our weekend at my folks' house by coming home and tilling in our raised bed garden.  I'm beyond excited to have a garden this year.  It's going to help out my super-duper Susy homemaker persona. 
This is why grandparents should be illegal.  This is how I found Kenyon when I went to pull him out of the backseat of the pickup.  He was too tired to let go of his toys.  Funny, for all the hours that he and his Grandma Kate played together, I never managed to get a picture of the two of them. 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Here goes nothing

Let it be known, adulthood sucks....for the most part.

Growing up it always looked like most adults had it together.  You could trust what an adult said to be a fact and know that you would be safe and things would be alright because an adult said so.  Adults made good choices; they made the right choices. 

Since having baby K I have questioned everything in life more than ever.  Parenting looks very different from this perspective.  (And please, save me the condescending mmmmmm-hhhhhhmmmmm, told-you-so-attitude.)

Wesley and I talked about it, and we decided that I could be a super-duper stay at home mom.  Actually, we decided that I could be a stay-at-home mom, I added the super-duper part.  We're shooting for the moon here, right?

Here's the catch.  I have no idea if this is the right choice or not.  I think it is, obviously.  That's why we're giving it a try.  But I wish I knew, ya know?

Stay tuned, folks.  In one month I'll be a full time mommy and full time rancher's wife again.  I had a professor that was an old bronc rider who used to tell me to get a deep seat and a far away look in my eye.

We're fixing to get a realllllllly deep seat, folks.  Things could get a little western in this adventure. 

Friday, March 28, 2014


A girl and her reciprocating saw. It's a beautiful thing.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

I Keep Missing the View

No, not "The View."  I've never seen that talk show in my life and I don't intend to start now.  (I'm more of a "Criminal Minds" type person anyway.  Surprised?  Probably not.)

Anyhoo, I'm missing my own point of missing the view.

I find myself not seeing any of Wesley's funny faces anymore.  I don't get to see the dogs wrestling with each other.  I haven't really looked at a single baby calf up close yet this year.  I'm missing so many good things in life, right?


Friday, March 14, 2014

Comedic Timing is Not My Thing

I tell highly inappropriate jokes.  Or, as I like to think of it, jokes that 99.9% of the population doesn't quite 'get.' 

Example #1: 
We were walking into the veterinarian's office in town.  As I was walking in, carrying my dear, sweet, innocent baby, a tiny, frail, little-ol' woman was hobbling out. 

"What a precious little baby," she said, as she pinched his chubby, cherub-like cheeks.  "What are you two here for today?" she asked. 

"Rabies shots" I replied with a stoic voice. 

She hobbled off with her cane very quickly to her nearby car. 

Example #2:
This is more like a reoccurring faux pas of mine.  It still keeps cracking me up, even though everyone's reaction is always some varying degree of recoil. 

"Hey, how's the baby?"  They all ask. 

"Doing great.  He's 7 months old and fits pretty well into his 18 month clothing" is my typical reply. 

"Holy cow! (or some similar response) What are you doing to that kid?!"

"Not much, I guess those cattle implants really did the trick." 

And inevitably, there is always an uncomfortable pause that follows this conversation.  Bummer. 

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Never rock your baby to sleep

"Never rock your baby to sleep."

I can't tell you how many times I've been told that.  I try pretty hard to listen to that advice, but from time to time, you just have to tell the experts to shove it.

Kenyon has been fussy lately, running a bit of a temperature and trying to teethe.  On nights like these, I disregard all the 'rules' and snuggle with my baby.

I absolutely love rocking him to sleep.  He's the best cuddler in the world, hands down.  He has to be.  There is no one in the world that can be more snuggle-ish than my son.  I hope that I never forget these quiet moments and the way his face burrows into the crook of my arm and he plants his left hand firmly on my chest, telling me not to move from my current post.  I simply can't soak in moments like that enough. 

Sometimes you just have to disregard the experts and take the time to rock your baby to sleep.