Kenyon's Task

They say if you do what you love, you never work a day in your life.  I think we have found what Kenyon loves, and I hope that John follows suit.  

When Kenyon woke up this morning, his mood matched the weather outside.  He was dreary, gloomy, melancholy.  However, as soon as he heard the rumble of a pot turning around in the driveway his mood immediately changed and he had his boots on and was out the door like a flash.  One of his very favorite activities in the world is loading pots and heaven help us if we are late to help load.  

Kenyon has learned that all the calves need to be counted on and counted off a truck and he is very diligent in this task.  Even though it was a very windy, chilly, gloomy and overcast day, it didn't matter to him.  Kenyon is firmly a believer that 'your best day inside is still worse than your worst day outside'.  I'm so proud. 

I feel badly because I don't write humorous stories about Loop and Laurie anymore,
but rest assured they are still with us and still behaving nicely.
Ill mannered dogs and ill mannered kids send my blood pressure sky high.

He has taken over his new task of counting cattle onto the trucks and it is serious business.
Seriously.

These cheeks.  I will never be able to get enough of these cheeks.

Just a few helpful suggestions on how the men should load the next truck.

If this kid doesn't have his numbers down by the time he gets to kindergarten then there won't be any hope for him.
He's given ample opportunities to count cattle onto the trucks. 

'Lettttttt the marinade enfold you,
God, be with thee till we meet again'
(And the next time we meet, this steer had better be a steak.
I just couldn't muster the mental capacity to fit that much into lyrics for the hymn.)