Great Big Sister

We knew that Sarah would have a lot of great qualities to share with a sibling, in fact, that is one of the reasons we decided to have a second child, but she has far exceeded all our expectations. She is not only a wonderful help to have around (especially when I sit down to feed her brother and I forget to grab the phone until I hear it ringing three rooms away!), but she is the most generous and thoughtful Big Sissy a boy could have. She has become an excellent pacifier retriever, calming lullaby singer, professional baby rattle shaker and best of all, a super-quiet nap watcher. She is the first one by little Aiden's side should he fuss and even has taken to helping with some pretty messy diapers.

We are truly blessed to have such healthy, happy children. I do not take one day for granted.

Name that Flip Flopped Momma!

I'm Leavin' on a Jet Plane...

On Thursday of last week the Farmer

took a trip to the Pioneer Seed plant. Now, in the past, when different companies have invited us to view the factories, it has always involved a lengthy car ride. Not this time. Pioneer flew the Farmer out in style! He boarded a Lear Jet to fly to Des Moines, IA. (It was only a four hour drive - he could have made it in my opinion.) Of course, he did not take his beloved wife with him on this little voyage. Which was fine with me, I guess. Who wants to hear about seed corn anyway? They could have at least offered to drop me and the kids off in Orlando on the way...

Cutetest Baby Ever!

Chickens

Why do I have chickens anyway? For the last four months now I have allowed my chickens to "free range" around the farm, which translates into never being able to find the eggs (and when you do, the last thing you want to do is eat them), and watching them destroy any hope I once had of landscaping. This is a photo of my poor begonia (which was having a hard enough time in the first place) being up rooted for the sake of finding some tasty morsel in the soil. Did I mention that this was the only plant that I bought this year too. The whole baby thing threw my yard work out the window...

I would march right out there now and pen those hens up - if they did not scare the begeezes out of me to catch. You see, one is supposed to be able to scoop them up with this handy-dandy hook (which looks more like they are getting evicted from a stage show) and hang them upside down by their feet and carry them off peacefully. When I grab their legs they go into a flurry of feathers and wings causing me to usually drop them and run screaming. The Farmer finds this part particularly funny. And since these feathered demons were my idea, apparently I am responsible for getting them back in the pen. It probably does not help my cause that every time I have whined enough for him to do it, I have sneaked in the barn and released them within the week because they look too sad all "couped" up...

Cherries