Warning: This post is a jumble of random. Why? Because the kids are due to wake just about any second. It's not that I don't enjoy writing blogs anymore; rather, the opposite is quite true. I'd love to write each and every day. I start hundreds of witty blogs in my head because there are just so many things that y'all NEED TO KNOW. I have some life altering info in my tiny little brain, I promise, and your life is just not as complete without it..... Or something like that. Also, I tell myself these days that I can't start a blog post until all my chores are done. (Thanks to my parents for beating that little gem into my brain as a youngster.) Guess what? MY CHORES ARE NEVER DONE. So I'm being a rebel this morning and writing a post even though there is a stack of laundry behind me on the couch that weighs more than all my kiddos put together. Okay, not really, but you get my drift.
Do y'all look this punchy when you go grocery shopping? I seriously doubt it. Kenyon loves his boots we bought at a friend's garage sale. Extra style points for the hand on hip as he strutted down every aisle. You should see the smiles and hear the comments he gets from folks, especially old men. He's a pretty big deal.
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A recent ranch rodeo with cousin Kade. Notice his punchy boots as well. The style game is strong with these two. And John was just hot, so he got a pass on wearing tall tops that night.
Best food label EVER. I wish this food label were found on almost all products. As a side note, please refrain from using words like 'Non-GMO' and 'Organic' around me if you value our friendship. Not wanting to start a lengthy debate this morning, but simply put I don't feel that they are necessary. End. Of. Story.
Reading is one of our preferred indoor activities, next to mortal combat and cage fighting. On hot days like these we get up and do our outside activities while it is still decent outside and then spend lots of time inside coloring, playing with stickers, wrestling and reading.
Logging some miles in a lovely little evening walk on a decent day. They love to run down the road and play in the feedbunks.
Do you see this lovely little lily in the photo below? I have had a blog post in my mind for years.
When the lilies bloom it reminds me of the anniversary of me moving back here after grad school so many years ago. That first day back after unpacking I drove a feed pickup to town and loaded up with groceries and cleaning supplies for our little house that was so desperately in need of both. I spent quite a lot of money while purchasing all these supplies. On the way home I stopped alongside a ditch and picked a beautiful bouquet of bright orange ditch lilies and had them sitting in a pretty mason jar on our kitchen table when Wesley got home that day from shipping.
He saw the receipt of how much money I had spent that morning and then seeing the flowers on the table tipped him past his breaking point. He asked how much I spent on those 'damn flowers' and I told him something ridiculous like $60. His fits of rage were comical at that point because we were young and soooooo in love. *cue eye roll* We still giggle every year when I pick a bouquet of lilies and every year Wesley asks me just how much money I spent on them.
Not going to lie, I am not Mary Poppins. Some days are better than others around here.
We are big fans of consistency around here. We're not big fans of genetic variation either. Behold, a photo of child #3...
... and #1. (Photo of child #2 not readily available at press time.)
There is never a dull moment when these three are awake. You'd think I would be skinnier from running ragged, but alas, I am not.
A nearby town has a summer reading program for toddlers THAT ISN'T SCHEDULED DURING NAPTIME and we enjoy participating in it. My heart sinks when I learn of a really interesting program I feel the boys would enjoy and then read that it will take place in a few days at 3pm. Sigh... ain't happenin', y'all. Our nap time is precious.
John had a blast trying on the volunteer fireman's helmet a few weeks ago. Kenyon refused to take off his John Deere cap.
We are in the thick of a busy summer season, what with shipping and haying. We took some time a few nights ago to regroup and gain our sanity on the banks of the lake. The boys fished and Kathryn and I were content to be spectators as she lounged in my arms.
Side note: Kath-ryn is two syllables. Cath-er-ine and other various spellings are three syllables. A friendly PSA for the masses.
Laurie. I just love her.
I don't care for small dogs and not a fan of dogs that are larger than horses, but heelers are just right.
After a long day of work and play, sleep comes pretty easily most nights around here.
Very easily.
Verrrrrrrry easily
And when we are well rested we can be on our A game to entertain the masses once again!
We believe pretty firmly in immersing the kids in both work and play. They don't seem to see a difference between the two, which is how more of us should view life I believe.
And a final thought for the day. I am trying to repeat this to myself often. I cringe when I hear people openly call kids 'sassy' or 'mouthy' or 'crazy'. I often see this followed by the kids turning around and saying something rude back to their parents or act garishly. They are simply living up to expectations.
I didn't realize until recently that I didn't hear my parents say these things when we were growing up. My parents told folks that we were pretty well behaved (they didn't totally lie) and we were smart little girls. I then knew that other folks had expectations from when they were told and we had better live up to the hype.
I'll admit, I have days when I set the bar pretty low, but I am making a conscious effort to not call my kids some of these 'creative' names because I don't want to see this behavior emulated.
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