Thirsty for some milk but seeing that Ma and Pa are busy gathering eggs and chopping firewood, the littlest farmhand goes straight to the source.
As he crawls into the barn, he mutters to himself, “I mean, it’s not like these goats are gonna milk themselves.”
That’s right. We start ‘em real nice and young ’round these parts.
and I love it
summer used to be my favorite season, but now it’s this one
weather turning cooler
a warm baby held close
milking goats while my young shadows ones watch
little sister hugs my leg
Mama’s eyeliner, self applied, still on her face
wonder what day it was she put that on
a breeze blows
Daddy’s at work
if we listen hard, we pretend we can hear him hammering
bang, bang, bang
kittens scamper
our dog chews her bone
I have more meat on my bones that I should have
perhaps it’ll keep me warm this winter
or so I joke
being outside makes me forget for a time that I still face struggles
like anxiety and overeating and control issues
and then there are the money ones, too
filing bankruptcy
hate to admit
but it’s what we are going to need to do
so I choose to face that decision
look it in the face
like I do the cold wind early in the morning when I walk to the barn
past the field
the beans are all harvested in that field
we caught our guineas finally
found them roosting in the big barn and caught them
our second son was brave
yes, he caught one himself
so did I
but I screamed all the while
they are all in the hen house now
eating leftover steel cut oats from our breakfast
some of the corn still stands in the field across the way
though not for long I’m sure
there are lots of fields across the way
so that maybe was not the most apt description
but you get the idea
the ground so dusty
fields begin to lie dormant until next spring
soon enough they’ll be frozen
our baby girl had her birthday
frosting and wrapping paper still litter our home
looks less like litter and more like happy decorations though
proof of her beautiful day yesterday
four years
so why clean it up yet
instead we enjoy the cool day
a baby cuddle keeps me warm
and him, too
perhaps I need to start saying toddler
but that’s hard to admit he is that old already
maybe I want another baby
yeah, maybe I do
I smile because there are two double chins
the toddler’s is cuter
his hair smells like strawberries
the air smells like leaves
and leftover fire from the sticks and leaves Daddy burned last night
this is the life
being with my children
babywearing on The Farm
trying to love and respect my husband the best I can
being me
being okay with being me
and I love it
he is so big,
playing at the park
like a big boy
who has a bright future
ahead of him
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turned one yesterday
‘
and
with
his siblings’ help
he
took
his
first
steps
as you
can
see
Flurry
was
very happy
and
proud
of his
accomplishments!
Lachlan had his cake and ate it, too.
Yes, he turned one today. It was awesome. He surprised us all with a new trick, also. Much more tomorrow. You’ll die at the cuteness of the photographs I have to show you of my baby’s big day. But cannot keep my eyes open for even one more second (have been up since 2:30 am this morning, darn jet lag) tonight. Beautiful birthday boy is sleeping, so this mama is going to hit the hay, too.
I plan to dream about cake. And I bet I’m not the only one.
our little Lachlan
has
turned
11 adorable
months old
I’m still not sure how that happened
