Stacking Hay....

The truck with 46 bales of hay on it. It barely fit inside the barn.

Living on the farm has its works of art, the above being one. Gil and I, O.K. Gil mostly, picked up the hay from the field to stack in the barn. It is quite a work of art to get all the hay to stay on the truck. He did a very good job, I has impressed and glad I didn't have to through the bales up on the truck. It is a sweaty, scratchy dirty job.

Than today, there were twenty bales still in the field so I hooked two tow straps up to the back of the four wheeler and then hooked up a pallet. The children and I then went into the field and picked up 5 hay bales at a time and drug them back to the barn. Tirzah and Azariah each had a turn pulling the four wheeler forward so I could load the hay.

The vocabulary of a three year old

We were heading to church on Sunday and Tirzah had a purse. She was swinging it around and hit Azariah with it.

Azariah "She hitted me!"
Tirzah "I didn't mean too."
Dad "Azariah, hitted isn't a word."
Azariah "She whacked me!"

Laughter and smiles ensued in the front seat.

TBFS

This last weekend, we had an exciting time. The children went with their Aunt and Grandpa, Gil's sister and dad, to Durango. It is about 4 hours away. They travelled their to see Thomas the Tank Engine. They had a good time. They road on Thomas and sand with a Banjo player. Well they were suppose to get back sometime Friday evening. I received a call from Margaret at about 8:15 PM telling me that Dad had been transported to the hospital in Montrose. He had a pain shoot through his face. He has a lot of different health issues.

The Lord was gracious and he is O.K. they admitted him and ran a couple of tests. On Saturday as we waited for the doctor to release him, we found out that he had drank something really cold and really fast about 5 minutes before this pain occurred. So Gil diagnosed him as having TBFS. The doctor laughed and agreed though she said her colleagues wouldn't go for it.

So what is TBFS you might ask? "Traumatic Brain Freeze Syndrome". It was an exciting evening and day.

Helping Mommy

My boys helped me mop the floor yesterday. What a joy to see them with the mop.

Tirzah saying hi to all of her friends in the tri-mirror in the bathroom. She found that she could see herself infinitely

Do You Have A Parrot at your House?

Do you have a parrot at your house? Or maybe a better name would be a half-sized mother.
Mom: "Azariah go get your pajamas on."
1/2 Mom: "Azariah go get your pajamas on."

Mom: "Zebadiah, don't get on the table."
1/2 Mom: "Zeb, don't get on the table." (followed with a pull of his arm, then he screams.)

Mom: "Don't get all muddy."
1/2 Mom: "'Riah you are getting all muddy you need to get out of there."

And so it goes all day. My five year old feels like she is there to back up EVERYTHING I say. Well, at least I know she will be a good mom someday, though I hope she doesn't imitate everything that I say and do. May the Lord be gracious to me as I raise my children.

Mommy, mommy I know...

I go over to my parents house and feed their animals. I come back and Azariah is naked and Tirzah has no shorts on. (She had accidentally overshot the toilet and got her pants wet.) The bathroom floor is wet and when asked why, I am informed that Tirzah told Azariah he didn't wipe very well and so he washed his bottom in the sink. Then Tirzah says...

"Mommy, we know why it sometimes hurts when we go poopy."
"Oh really..."
"Yea, it is because our hole is so small."

What do you say to the scientific thoughts of a five year old? That was also the first thing they told Daddy when he got home from work. We both had to try not to laugh.

Then later, during family worship time, Azariah says "I have to go potty." So he heads for the bathroom while Gil asks him a question. Azariah stops to answer, but was doing the potty dance in the process. Gil says "You can answer while you are going potty" At this point I had to laugh, because this was coming from the man who can not multi-task and he is asking his three-year-old son to multi-task. Azariah is a lot like his daddy in this respect. Azariah did get the question answered and to the potty on time.

What fun, what fun.

Marker, Marker everywhere

Saturday afternoon Tirzah asked if she could mark on her hands with a gel pen. I informed her that she may not do that because tomorrow is Sunday and we are going to church. She was fine with that and we went on with our day.

That night, we told the children they could only get off of there beds to put books back and get new ones. They were suppose to be going to bed.

About 9:30 PM we walk into their room. Tirzah has eye shadow on...but it is actually red marker. Azariah has marker on his face, tummy and back. What fun it was giving my son another bath that night, but the red marker did not come out very well. Tirzah still has red eye lids, o.k. they are more pink.

Did I mention that we were greeters today at church? Only one person commented on Tirzah's eyes, but he has three little girls himself and has been there and done that :-).