Friday, April 20, 2012

Farmchick Friday: VIDEO edition!

Complements of my next door neighbor, we can have this much farm fun every single day. :)

Farmchicks Farm Photo Friday

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

21 Months

Yes I still celebrate the 18th of every month! :)

I'm very sad that in a few short months I'll be back to work and not squeezing this kid all day everyday.  I've always cherished every single moment but am doing it even more so now.  There is nothing better than just leisurely waking up each morning with him by my side and snuggling in bed for as long as we both want.  

At 21 months, he's recently learned "up" and "uh-oh".   I try not to read blogs or babycenter and get worried about his speech; because honestly I'm NOT worried until I begin comparing. 

I still won't let him go with no diaper all day but he's to the point where I think he could.  He even pooped in a bucket [twice] last week when we were over at the barn and he had to go.   He will pee standing up outside but I have learned I must do the aiming for him or it will land on his pants. LOL. 

His gak gak obsession is still in full force despite my efforts to expand his horizons.  That's ok I suppose.

He HAD been healthy as a horse the last few months until green goop started leaking from his eyes; so that blessed us with a trip to the doctor [ie parental torture chamber].  The kid screams from the minute he enters the exam room and never lets up.  Hopefully we won't have to go there again until his 2 year well check.   All the screaming wore him out though; he is still asleep right now [10:45 AM] and he went to bed at 9 PM last night!!

Happy 21 months, Blaine, you deserve a HUG ATTACK!!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Rural Primative Art: Farmchick's Photo Friday

Plowing is a primitive art, a country square dance in which the farmer swings his earthly partner. There is pleasure in being at the beginning of the chain, where it all starts – all the politics, all the religion, all the industry. The plowman is at the head of the parade, the place from which all nations draw their power. The land before the tractor seems plain, but it is an awesome site, the humble temple of life and civilization.

Fresh-plowed ground has a subtle fragrance. The dead of millions of years are in the earth, all the beasts and flying things, all the grasses, trees and bushes, all the bits and pieces of former lives. But the soil is not so somber as to be a grave alone. There are also Tinkertoy parts for yet other lives, a gift from the land just keeps passing around.

Plowed ground smells of earthworms and empires.

By Justin Isherwood


Easily my favorite bit of writing, ever.  Appeared in Reader's Digest YEEEARS ago and when I googled it, I couldn't find it!  I have a book by the guy but not the book this poem appeared in.   I love love love reading this poem each spring and smelling the heavenly scent as it escapes the ground. 

Farmchicks Farm Photo Friday

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

TAT: Bloopers

Blaine was mad his friend was trying to get into the doll crib with him.  Then she started fake crying to imitate him.  The photo captured the moment perfectly!

Monday, April 9, 2012

Been Farmin Long?

Saturday was super productive around here, ie gak gak overload for Blaine.  He had a blast helping Dadda do various tractor-related things.  Here they are planting alfalfa.  I have no idea what year that tractor is but it is totally old school.  My grandpa bought it last year to remind him of the old days; this model is the first tractor he bought when he got his farm in 1957.  I looooove how this picture shows 4 generations [kinda sorta, not really.   Nick isn't related to Buddy Chuck and my dad is at the golf course! LOL].    It is cute though how Blaine is looking at my grandpa like he's listening intently to the instructions!