So this is a little off the topic of the farm and activities involved in farmlife...but it's a taste into our personal life and what makes us laugh everyday.
Dave and I can easily be described as a "boring couple" and truth be told, we have heard that many times. We are very content to work on the farm all day and spend our nights sitting by the pond (when it's warm), having a campfire, or just staying in the house. Socialites we are not. As many of our friends joke, if we leave the "hill" (the word they use to describe our property/farm) it is an outting for us. I did not realize exactly how "boring" we were (though I like to think of it as content) until we had a little one. This leads me to the picture on the Home page...there's a spatula in our fish tank. While running upstairs to get our little guy's socks I was listening to him "make music" with the spatula on various surfaces. I briefly heard his stool move along the floor then heard, "uh-oh mommy." While making a mad dash to the steps to hurry downstairs I asked what was wrong and he told me the spatula was in the water. I slowed my pace relieved that everything was okay and that the spatula must have fallen in the sink or in the dogs' water bowl. Both questions were answered with a "no." Now I'm confused, so I asked where it fell and got an honest answer when he told me the fish tank.
Or when he was a year and a half and feeding himself mashed potatoes. He would fill his fists with mashed potatoes, bring them up to his mouth and cough. When he coughed he flung his hands outward releasing the mashed potatoes, thus making it look like he was coughing mashed potatoes. I'm not sure where he learned that...certainly his mother or father doesn't do that...or does daddy when mommy's not around??
Each day with our little one brings us laughter (even sometimes the temper tantrums) and I wish I could video tape every moment so that one day when he's too old to snuggle after our bedtime story, when the silly mishaps like written above cease to happen, or when mommy's kisses don't heal boo-boos, I can relive those moments all over again. Then again I could look forward to reliving such happiness with grandchildren one day...when he's 30!