So last night was Pickle’s monthly 4-H meeting and I left the evening yearning to be a young 4-H’er again. Pickle choose his club because it was his daddy’s…which I think is pretty sweet. The club meets in a nearby town, out of our school district, where my hubby grew up. I lived there for 2 years but have lost touch with many friends. We are both meeting new people and I’m re-connecting with old acquaintances. Last night, while riding in the fanciest semi-tractor he’s even seen, he finally got to know his first two ‘friends.’ Yay!
The meeting was called to order, treasurer’s report, minutes, etc…then came the demonstrations. The boys went first since they were headed out to see the semi. The first little guy made electricity from a potato…way neat! The next demonstration was the ice breaker to one of Pickle’s new friendships. A demonstration about firearms. I’ve never seen the boy so focused and attentive. (At the last meeting his other new friend did a demonstration about trapping…a rapport was immediately built.) Then the guys took off and the girls stayed behind to hear one more demonstration from a little gal who was making brownies. My mind began wandering and reminiscing. The club to which I belonged was all girls. Lots of demonstrations on baking, quilting, sewing, knitting, arts and crafts, etc… One of the best ever that I think about often as I bake, giggling as I go, was a how NOT to do a demonstration on baking cookies.
Two girls worked together…one demonstrating the proper way to bake – hair tied back, hands washed, ingredients prepared, recipe in hand, correct measuring utensils, etc… The next demonstrator had dirty hands, hair dangling in the batter, chomping on some gum which was then accidentally dropped it in the batter. The gum was picked up followed by digging a dirty finger into the batter for a taste test. Yum-no! The final scene had the audience rolling when she ‘borrowed’ (without asking) baking soda from the other gal. As they fought over the box, it opened sending soda flying everywhere, some landing in the bowl, a puff in the air and an unrehearsed covering of the ‘not-so-proper’ baker’s face. I was hilarious! (If I don’t say so myself.) We had a blast doing that demonstration! I had a blast in 4-H and credit those years for the person I am today.
Now, back to reality…the brownie demonstration came to a close and it was announced that a local florist would be teaching the girls about flower arranging…my heart went pitter-patter. I had forgotten how much I love to arrange flowers. A little known fact you probably don’t know about me is that in college I took a semester course on flower arranging. It came in very handy for our wedding. I did the arrangements for the reception. If only I could master growing the flowers.
I’m no green thumb…in fact, I’m more of your purple, black and pink thumb variety that’s been hit by a hammer. I pretend to be a gardener who designs beautiful landscaping around my matching wrap around porch and home. If you’ve talked to my neighbors, you’ll understand why I should just stick to arranging the flowers and not growing them.
After watching the florist make up a couple different arrangements, each girl made their own. As I watched the girls go crazy over the flowers it made REALLY want to have a little girl. It was so much fun to see them squealing with delight. Unfortunately, the meeting did need to come to an end. What better way to conclude the workshop with the throwing of a wedding bouquet! What fun we had! The girls left with smiles on their faces and an arrangement in their hands.
I left running for the truck so I could get home and look online for open floral assistant positions. You, know, in my free time.
Oh, and the boys had a great time too. :0)
****I did it!! My DITL is finished…finally!! Yay! I’ve even had time to proof and make corrections. :0) ****
When I saw the DITL exercise Lacy at Tatum Tales proposed, I was a bit hesitant. Is my life really busy or exciting enough to journal and capture on film from minute to minute? Will anyone really read it? Forcing past my skepticism I decided to go for it…what did I have to lose? So here it goes…
Tuesday, November 16th
6:15am: I look at my alarm clock and realize Pickle is standing at the bed. I jump up “Wake-up! We’re late!”. In general, it’s unusual for the boys to ride the bus everyday at 6:50am. As hard as we try it’s almost impossible to get to bed on time at 7:30 pm. So I give in and allow them to sleep for as long as possible. In the long run it saves me grief. Unfortunately, on this morning, driving to school isn’t an option. Our crew cab truck broke down yesterday while my hubby was returning from a trip to Iowa. My brother is unable to look at it until later this week. So my only mode of transportation is our bench seat 1994 Ford which will only seat Pudder and one of the older boys.
6:25am: Willis FINALLY gets up and out of bed. Pickle has eaten, brushed his teeth and is working on feeding the dogs.
6:40am: Willis FINALLY (are you seeing a trend?) has a portion of his clothes on and brushed his teeth (I think). Still hasn’t made it down the stairs. Pudder is awake and adding to the madness. Pickle has finished feeding the dogs but realizes he is missing part of his homework.
6:45am: Time to go down to the end of our lane and meet the bus. Willis has yet to eat. At this point I’m dressing him – something I strongly encourage he takes ownership and do himself. While I’m helping him get his pants on followed by socks (which he’s not doing willingly) and then his shoes; he’s eating his yogurt. Pickle is helping Pudder get his coat and shoes on. In the end, the shoes never really make it on his feet. Oh, well…pick your battles.
6:48am: We must go down or we will miss the bus because our driver will not see us heading down.
6:50am: A call to 911 comes in about some crazy woman who’s wearing her house coat and slippers with a scarf wrapped around her waist and neck. She’s running in circles, yelling and screaming and running around some more, yelling at her oldest son “run down to the bus…no wait jump in the truck…no, stop, go…run boy, run!” (he followed those directions to a T, poor kid). In the same breath she’s telling her middle son to get in the truck while carrying her toddler by his bibs. Luckily, the 911 call didn’t really happen but the rest is pretty darn close to being true.
6:51am: The bus is here. Pickle is walking across the highway to get on the bus. Willis and I are turning in circles trying to get his backpack on the right arm while he frantically eats his toast and puts on his gloves. By now, the bus driver is rolling out of the door she’s laughing so hard. Ok, so she stayed in her seat but from what I could see, she was near tears. I really think we would have had a strong chance at winning America’s Funniest Videos.
6:52am: There goes the bus…the boys are on their way to school. And, no I have ZERO pictures from this part of our morning.
6:55am: I collapse from exhaustion. Then Pudder asks for milk. Which reminds me that we’re almost out and it’s grocery day! And, I haven’t finished my list yet. I check the reusable refrigerator list.
After the shopping list I bath, put on my face, dress to shoes and make our bed.
In the meantime, Pudder eats his breakfast. Need, coffee, now!!
7:30am: Reboot laundry and dishwasher. Pudder decides to start becoming fussy and won’t let go of my leg.
I decide to give him a little pain reliever…he seems to be chewing on a lot of things and still hasn’t had his 2 yr molars peek through.
7:45am: He’s calmed down a bit so I continue with my planned routine. Over the weekend, I vacuumed upstairs in preparation for carpet cleaning today. Our room isn’t that bad. The boys ‘ room is BAD.
Pudder dumped a glass of Willis’ Gatorade all over the floor. He also go a hold of a marker last week and while giving Willis his nighttime allergy medicine we dumped the spoon, leaving a large portion on the floor. Nice and sticky, just the way I like it!
I forgot to add that during this time I also swished and swiped the upstairs bathroom and played a game of peek-a-boo behind the shower curtain. See below…
8:30am: With the carpet finished, we pack the truck with our re-usable grocery sacks, plastic sacks which need to be taken to recycling and empty water jugs to be filled at my in-laws.
8:45: We leave and head for the farm to fill up on water. On our way we see this enormous cloud of black smoke.
9am: We arrive at the farm to fill the water jugs and catch up on what’s been going on…who’s calved, not calved, family Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc… I picked up some nuts that fell off their Walnut tree. We’ll take them to my grandpa so he can feed his squirrels.
9:30am: We’ve spent too much time chatting away and there isn’t enough time for shopping and driving back and forth to town. Curiosity gets the best of me and I decide to locate the fire which continues to bellow black smoke into the eastern sky. At the same time Pudder takes his morning nap.
10:00am: I finally find the fire. The source is/was a beautiful horse barn/stables. I was told all of the horses escaped but that at first the fire was so hot they couldn’t get close to it. They anticipated a total loss. I later spoke to my mom and she had been there before. She said it was a beautiful, one-of-a-kind facility with an air-conditioned and heater arena. So sad!
10:20am: Time to head home and pick up Willis from the bus.
10:35am: Picked-up the mail and unload the Cub Scout popcorn we loaded the day before. It needs to be sorted and delivered. Checked on the livestock, let the dogs out, grabbed some snacks, drinks and pottytime.
10:56: The bus arrives and drops Willis off & away we go on our shopping trip. A mile down the road we see this…
11:40am: Arrive at Aldi’s for the first half of our shopping. I had two fantastic little helpers!
12:05pm: We drive thru Mickey D’s and grab some lunch.
12:15pm: Arrive at Wally World for some quick mega-shopping. I threw the boys into a cart with their food and away we went.
While at Walmart…
1:45pm: Time to head home…I’m exhausted. Might have to stop by McD’s again for a hot Mocha coffee.
2: 30pm: We arrive home, unload the groceries, get ready for snack time and the arrival of Pickle who gets off the bus around 3pm. We also try on Laci’s new coat.
3:15pm: Time for Pickle to do homework.
4:40pm: We had a little downtime. I did a little work on a website and logo while the boys played and my hubby browsed through his cookbooks.
6pm: Mama/Son night for Pickle and I!! We started the evening by attending a fund raiser called Community Claus. It’s a spaghetti supper held at a local church…homemade spaghetti sauce and garlic bread…yum, yum, yum!! The monies raised are given to members of our communities, who are in need this holiday season. Following the supper we went across the street to the grade school for our annual Family Reading Night program.
6:45pm: Family Reading Night begins! It was an interesting an entertaining program which began with a unique Laser Show promoting literacy. Here are a couple of pictures I was able to snap…
7:30pm: I LOVE our school because all of the teachers and staff are so dedicated. This year our PTO teamed up with the village library and everyone received a free book and goodie bag as they left. It was a nice touch to a great evening!
8:10pm: Arrive home…Can I pretty please change into my jammies and relax?? The other two boys weren’t asleep yet so there was some tucking in that was warranted before I could change. We did “Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite,” said our ‘love yous’ and to sleep my precious boys went. Pickle in his new room, Willis back in his old bed which leaves Pudder in….our bed! Something I swore I’d never let happen again. Pickle slept with us for his first 3 1/4 years. It’s so hard to move him back to his own bed…you never want them to grow up, but grow up they do.
9pm: Time to change and go to sleep…NOT! Actually 8pm on is usually my work time. So I’m late for work! Hope the boss isn’t too hard on me. LOL! I’m working with two new clients and one of my longtime clients. She sells retail so this is the busiest time of the year. There is much preparation to do before Black Friday. At the same time I try to get a little laundry done so we aren’t running around in our birthday suits tomorrow! I’m not sure if I have enough energy to climb Mount Washmore but I’ll give it my best!
Midnight: I’ve had enough and can’t keep my eyes open…off to dreamland!
I LOVED doing this activity! I only wish I would have had enough time to write all in one sitting, work comes first. I’m blessed to have work at this time of year, especially when it is slowing down for my hubby. So I can’t complain, and I appreciate everyone for being patient. I hope there was something during that famous November day that has helped you or enlightened or made you giggle!
The most important lesson I learned is that I’m important…very, very IMPORTANT. It cracks me up that I thought I wouldn’t have enough to write about and with the exception of our night out, it was actually a slow day in comparison to most. I also learned that I’m not doing enough playing with my kids. I’m thankful for Lacy who forced me upon my will, kicking and screaming (no, not really) to participate. It truly has forced me to realize my self-worth. If you didn’t have a chance to participate I encourage you to post your own DITL…oh, and be sure to leave a comment if you do…then I can come take a peak into your world!
You might have read on our Fall To-do list that one of our projects is running water and electricity down to our sheds. Although we had hoped to do it two weekends ago the trencher we needed wasn’t available until last weekend. It was like having a very expensive babysitter. With the soft dirt and deep trenches, there were some great adventures to be had. As you can see below, the boys had a blast with the dirt…
Happy Diggin’ Boys!! And, I’m NOT frying any worms!! LOL!
The weather has turned cool, the leaves are changing into beautiful colors, the combines are spinning their wheels and spiders are plentiful. (Ugh!) I realize the first official day of fall came & passed a couple of weeks ago but until today I just wasn’t ready or in the mood. I LOVE the fall but it reminds me that winter comes next.
We took a drive up to my hubby’s grandma’s farm which is currently getting a face-lift. As we drove I admired the new colors and a funny story from last year came to mind. Willis & I were discussing the change of summer to fall. I told him that there were four seasons and proceeded to list off Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. Immediately *with a capital E! LOL!* he exclaimed “No, no, no, Mama! You forgot deer season!!!” It was another one of those moments when I thought my tongue really would fall off from biting it so hard. I tried my best not to giggle and said that he was correct there is a deer season. I couldn’t resist emailing his teacher and sharing the story. Apparently, I had again forgotten another season. The class had also been discussing the change in seasons and when they listed our four traditional seasons he insisted they were wrong and proceeded to correct the teacher by saying…
“No, no, no!! You forgot deer season & combine season!!” So in our home we celebrate six seasons during the year! You can’t fault him for being wrong. The eyes of a child sure can simplify life and put things in perspective.
Speaking of deer season…it started at sun-up on Friday morning. At 7:15am, my brother harvested his first doe of this year’s ‘Deer season.’ He closed the day by harvesting a button buck. I called him yesterday evening and just moments before he had two walk under his stand. Don’t worry, I asked that he leave a few for the rest of us!
Have a great sunny, fun week!!
I LOVE Kenny Chesney’s new song “The Boys of Fall.” It reminds me of times gone by at high school football games and now Pickle’s first year of JFL. Football is one of many signatures of fall. The title of Kenny’s song reminds me of other boys of fall. Last year, I had a lovely time taking some of my most favorite & special pictures of ‘my boys of fall.’ I’ll include one of each…
And, it doesn’t stop there…Bow Season starts in 5 days & we’ve been watching for some other boys of fall lurking around the Magic FarmHouse. As luck would have it we’ve been able to spot several of these ‘boys,’ as they chow on our beans & corn. Which is nice to watch, however, not so good for our feed next year. Do you know what kind of ‘boys’ I’m talking about yet? Let’s see…
He’s not my favorite one or the biggest but I’d defenetly settle for him as my first kill. This year will be my second or third time hunting deer. Once Willis & Pudder lit up our lives, I decided to stay out of the stand and just be mama in the camper. This year has been an epiphany for Willis who is suddenly addicted to going hunting and staying in our ‘sky cabin.’ Prior to this year he was too afraid to crawl up the 14 foot ladder – he’s been there once last month and wants to go back just as soon as possible.
And, this will hopefully be Pickle’s first year hunting. For his birthday & early Christmas present he received his first 20 gauge. Between my work load and school volunteer responsibilities, football, Cub Scouts, housework, the house renovation and outside work, I’ve had a shortage of time to get both of us enrolled into a hunter safety course. Ok, simply put, I’ve not stop to take the time. In my defense it’s been hard to schedule around football practice & games.
***Side note: How do some of these women have time to maintain successful blogs, home school, be business women and mamas all at the same time?***
Anyway, this time I may have blew it & we might not make our hunter safety coursework. Tomorrow, I hope to know for sure. Pickle has decided he’ll miss his last game to go through the course this coming Sat. From what I understand the state doesn’t require the class but it’s always been my rule that the boys complete hunter safety prior to hunting. And, I’m not budging on the rule.
So there you have it….all of **MY** Boys of Fall!!
Here’s how it works….I give you a photo, you give leave me a caption in comments. Have fun!!
Before embarking on a new activity, as a parent I always ask myself, “What is my purpose or goal for enlisting our child in the activity?” Last fall Cub Scouting became an option for Pickle. And we asked the question. What do we want Pickle to gain from Cub Scouting? Of course, we want all of our boys to be successful, caring individuals who have self-worth. Over and above this we want them to have a trait neither my hubby or I feel we had…Confidence.
Fast forward 9 months…Last week, Cub Scout Camp 2010 (Click here to read more about our Cub Scouting journey.)
As leaders, two of us took Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. Others filled in during Tues. and Fri. as they could. There were 21 boys. Ten from our Pack and 11 from another who couldn’t have cared less who we were or that they should even attempt to respect us.
***VERY IMPORTANT TIP & NOTE TO SELF: Avoid walking on Mon. if at all possible.***
I’m a little dizzy from Mon. & reeling from all of the Mack trucks that ran over
me. (SIDENOTE: Two years ago I thought I’d try substitute teaching. Due to a breast-feeding schedule – God’s way of saving me some embarrassment – I was never able to go in but my husband always said they’d eat me alive if I did.) As of last Monday, he was officially 100% correct!
If I’m still dizzy now, 8 days later, imagine how I felt last Tue. Well, let’s not. I spoke with the mom who went on Tues. and learned that the boys all got into trouble during archery and air gun rifle. This pushed me over the edge and somehow on Wed. morning I emerged as Hilter. We had a fantastic time in the sports station as each Scout would go through an obstacle course. Then it was archery time. Prior to leaving the Sports area I attempted to line the boys up single file. This
bombed like a flying bird pooping through the air. It also charged my temper. As I arrived at the archery area I went to the head instructor and told him we are implementing a ‘zero tolerance rule,’ – listen, be quiet and sit patiently or you’ll sit out for the rest of the day. The younger boys ‘got it,’ except for the ADA child. The older boys looked at me like ‘whatever lady! We are in charge here!’ Even so, they did well through archery. Then came airgun – the rule was re-explained but this time they tested it & two boys ended up sitting out.
There was an indifference…do we like her or do we respect her?? As the day went on I tried to bond with a couple of the boys signing songs like “I don’t know what you’ve been told, but Girl Scout cookies taste like mold!” and helping them bait their hooks at fishing. On Thurs., I worked to build more rapport. They became more attentive to the rules which led to more fun. At the end of the day, as we were marching in the single file row I failed to create on Mon., I mentioned to a couple of the boys that I wouldn’t be there on Fri…to my surprise they were disappointed. On Fri., watergun day, I went to pick Pickle up. One of the older boys was trying to shoot a boy who was standing in front of me. The boy in front moved and I became the hit target. The look on his face was something I’ve dreamed of seeing on my own boys’ face. His face went from smiling to scared and he quickly apologized, stumbling over his own words. I said it was alright and we hi-fived. It was a new-found confidence that Cub Scouting gave an unintended person…ME!
These are two words that go hand in hand around The Magic FarmHouse. If there’s mud, my boys will find it. Especially Willis. When he was just about two we caught him preparing to eat an earthworm. Ick! Although he didn’t try to eat a worm, the other day he did find some mud. It started out as a trip to the shed to show the new calf to their cousins.
Here’s a pic of the new calf. He looks really cute but don’t let that fool you. Although he is a bucket calf and has been weaned from the bottle, he has a strong desire to suck (not unusual). Entering the pen without jeans is not recommended. The boys have started calling him Coo-Coo Brains.
Anyway, after introducing Coo-Coo Brains the boys wanted to chase the ducks up to the pool for a little swim. This is where the mud comes into today’s story. We got the ducks to the pool and Willis I guess became bored and decided to entertain himself.
This was only the beginning and due to a commitment to my baby I was unable to catch anymore shots of the Mud Fest. I was able to snap a portion of the cleanup.
Clothes off at the door boy!