Two

I am the mother of two.  Two beautiful boys.  One blonde and one brunette.  One born during a minor spring flood two years ago, and the other born during a rare early-autumn blizzard.  Two.

 

 

On October 5th, we welcomed Reed James into our family.

He was 7 pounds 1.7 ounces of perfection.

 

 

 

 



I cannot help but compare my two boys- their features, their dispositions, their size...

L after his first bath at home.



R after his first bath at home.





L one couch cushion long.

 

R one couch cushion long.

 

Immediately after Reed was born, J got to proudly announce to me, “It’s a boy!”  After the tears of joy, my mind turned to pictures of our future:



 

Two little boys in matching outfits.

Two little boys playing in our yard.

Two bigger boys helping with yardWORK.

Two brothers on the same sports team.

Two young men farming together.

Two grown men standing up at each other’s weddings.

 

 

But for now, there is not enough room in their baby books to record every little memory that I don’t want to lose.  Like Lucas’s excitement and comprehension as we prepared for the arrival of the baby...

As my midsection grew, he understood that there was a baby in there.  We would ask him, “Lucas, do YOU have a baby in YOUR belly?”  He would respond, “Noooo!  I have Jesus in my heart.” 

When I felt the baby moving around, kicking, or when it had hiccups, I would take L’s hand so he could feel it.  Then, one night as J was putting Lucas’s jammies on, Lucas exclaimed, “Look!  Jesus has the hiccucks!” as he rolled his bare belly in and out as if to imitate Mommy’s.

 

 

 

Now that precious, little Reed has arrived, Lucas is really the best big brother a baby could ask for.  When the two first met, Lucas was excited to hold Reed and kiss and hug him.  And lucky for us, he still cannot get enough of him.  Neither can we, Big Brother!

 

 

Get 'em while they're hot!



Now available from Jill Sobolik Designs...

Red wooden letters - $5 each plus shipping (6"x8")

Aqua Blue or Spring Green trays - $25 each plus shipping (21"x15"x4")

 Here's a gift idea using a tray:

(Sorry, this orange tray is no longer available, but let me know if you love the color and I can create something for you!)

Wire shelves - $30 each plus shipping 

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Ready…… LAUNCH!

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Firecracker, Firecracker!

One of my favorite holidays is right around the corner: the Fourth of July!

Of course, Independence Day is extra special to me because it is the day of my birth!

The story goes:

After I was born, my parents called my grandparents from the hospital and announced,

“Firecracker!  Firecracker!”

I was here, and I was independent!

 

My memories of Fourth of Julys growing up take place in a small town that holds a special place in my heart.  We watched the parade, had a picnic in the park, went diving for pop cans in the swimming pool, caught candy dropped from an airplane overhead, ran through neck-high bubbles in the street coming from the fire hose, enjoyed a ‘flag cake’ made with blueberry ‘stars’ and strawberry ‘stripes’, and capped the night off with a fireworks show and firecrackers of our own.  It was the BEST.

And now this year, an important milestone is taking place-

I am turning 29…. Again.

(Yikes!  I remember when my MOM turned 30.  Now, it is my turn.) 

 

It’s a little scary, but exciting at the same time.  We plan to spend the holiday with our friends and their families at a cabin boating on the lake, having campfires, and watching parades and fireworks.  We’ll be making memories of our own with the next generation of kids. 

I am exactly where I want to be; exactly where I dreamed of being while growing up.  Hey, thirty is A-OK.

She keeps the home fire burnin’

News travels fast around these parts, so I’ll tell you my version of events hopefully before you hear it through the grapevine…

You see, here on the farm, there is no weekly garbage pick-up, or a dumpster, or a recycling service.  So, we separate our garbage as follows:

There is a food-and-other-wet-waste container that we occasionally empty out in the woods, because, go figure, wet items do not make very good fires.  We have another container for aluminum and glass that we haul into town to recycle. Other dry, combustible waste is periodically burned in metal barrels.

(FYI, diapers do not burn, but we haven’t quite figured out a good way to get rid of these…)

Well, being the “well-trained” farmwife that I am, I decided to burn garbage the other day.  My first mistake was doing this at the tail end of a “burn ban.”  A burn ban is a localized restriction on certain controlled fires during dry weather when fires can easily spread.  Can you see where this story is going?

My second mistake was deciding to burn a big, cardboard box that was too big to fit into a burn barrel.  Instead, I laid the box on the ground NEXT to the barrels.  Oh boy.

My third mistake occurred when I walked away and left the fire unattended.  Yeesh.

An hour later, I noticed that my “small” fire had spread across a 30’x50’ area in the woods towards the back of our yard.  That’s when I decided I should probably call my husband and ask if I should be worried…

My father-in-law and husband immediately left the field and came to help put out the fire with shovels and buckets of water until it was under control.  Unfortunately, instead of returning to his fieldwork, my husband had to stick around and monitor the fire to keep it from spreading. 

He checked on it throughout the day and into the night.  But, as I have learned, fire can do crazy things, and by morning it had traveled further across into the entire wooded area. 

That was 2.5 days ago, and it is STILL smoldering as I write this.  The dry conditions and 40-50 mph winds are not helping.

My husband has not been able to leave the yard or get a good night’s sleep for 2.5 days. That equals 2.5 days of missed work.  If there has ever been a time to pray for rain, this is it.

Remember this bunkhouse that I blogged about just a few days ago? Well, we almost lost it.  Look to the right of the house...

See this pile of ashes?  That is where my husband's pile of firewood used to reside.  The one he spent three days chopping...  The firewood that he uses to heat the shop in the winter...  Should I tell him, "Honey, you were going to burn that anyways, right!?!"  BIG oops! 

Why didn't we call the fire department, you ask?  Well, we don't want our names in the county paper, because THAT would be embarrassing!  Almost as embarrassing as the cloud of smoke coming from our yard that I can see from the highway 4 miles away!  haha.  (Sorry, I'm only half-laughing.)  My only saving grace is knowing that I am not the only person who has experienced a situation similar to this.

I feel very remorseful and am fully expecting to not live this one down for a very long time.  I learned my lesson, and luckily, it didn't have much worse consequences.  Something tells me this will not be the last "desperate farmwife" story that I end up sharing with you.  That's what happens when you put a city girl on the farm.  :s

Fun Finds From the Farm

I’d be lying if I told you I took these photos recently, but actually, it was exactly one year ago that we explored this bunkhouse from our farmyard... 

At a closer glance, notice the old beadboard siding and the cute, seafoam green door...

Hanging on the outside was this ornamental key...

...and after flipping it over I saw that it is a thermometer!

Here's the inside...

"Grains and Sugarbeets"

Old lanterns...



Vintage Christmas lights, anyone?

And, most exciting to me, an iron bed!

T-shirts make excellent quilts

I had never seen so many tee-shirts in my life.  Dresser drawers upon dresser drawers.  Work shirts, high school shirts, hockey shirts, college shirts, seed/chemical/farm shirts, fraternity shirts, shirts with cut-off sleeves, and the list goes on and on…

So, I decided to do something about it.  Something I’ve wanted to do for myself for a long, long time, but I had it made for both of us to enjoy instead…

Along with her other talents, my friend is a quilter.  After asking if she would sew a quilt using our old t-shirts, she graciously agreed.  So, I filled up an empty diaper box with a variety of tees that wouldn’t be missed, sent them to her, and a few months later received this:

It arrived just in time to wrap it up and give it to my husband for his birthday.  I admit that our guy-friend was right when he said, “Something tells me that you are more excited about this than he will be.”  But I don’t care.  To me, it tells the story of US.

Our story began in college.  I was in a sorority and he was in a fraternity, and that is how we met.  I was a city girl and he was a farmer, and that was the running joke.  The rest is history, and now we have a piece of our history that we'll have and enjoy forever.


If you would like to see other creations and hilarious stories by my "quilting friend," check out her blog: Little Brick Houses for You and Me.  I have always known she was funny, but her latest blog post confirms that even strangers think she reminds them of Kristen Wiig!!