This is Maeve.
It’s been a while since my last update. Then, I told you about Liam being hit by the assault and battering ram. After that, Liam was left with a bum knee, a bad limp, and a surgical appointment. Well…hmm…he still has the bum knee and the bad limp, but the surgery was cancelled by the worst insurance company ever foisted on the American worker! Apparently, since there’s arthritis in the knee, the insurance can refuse to fix the injury for three months! Despite all three surgeons’ opinions, evidence of an acute injury, and the sudden onset of pain and symptoms,
You know that thing where kids only mention their shoes are too small as you’re leaving for church? or that you’re out of peanut butter after the other cookie ingredients are mixed? or three minutes before the shop closes, they announce a grade threatening need for poster board? Well, farm kids do a lot of that! “Oh, by the way, we’re out of sheep feed.” “Oh, by the way, the turkeys’ waterer is leaking and won’t hold water!” “Oh, by the way, Poppy had babies, she won’t use a nesting box, and it is 11 degrees!” “Awesome! You couldn’t have
When all else fails…Blame Earl! We have a neighbor named Earl. (Actually, Earl is not his name. I believe in protecting the privacy of every individual…even Earl.) Earl is, in fact, a perfectly nice guy. However, he’s taken on the role of Ultimate Schlemiel to our family! To explain, I have to take you back to when we moved to the farm. We found the reason toast always lands jelly side down! There were some interesting architectural details in our farmhouse. Things like: Whopper-jaw door and window trim Four inch gaps in the baseboards Ceramic floor tile with tricky cuts,
We’re really into Christmas! Decorating begins the evening of Thanksgiving, and continues for two or three days. We love ‘oohing and aahing’ as we unpack our treasures.
First, let’s start with a couple of facts: Fact one: I am not dead. I’m not even ‘not quite dead’. I know this contradicts rumors circulating through the ranks of my nearest and dearest. However, they only think I’m dead, because, they haven’t seen me by the light of day for a couple of months. The truth is my job opened up some overtime, and I’ve been taking full advantage. Fact two: Every moment I’ve been free has been filled with farmy chores. We’ve butchered chickens. We’ve canned chicken, beans, tomatoes, and asparagus. (I saved some chicken to do a
I know someone, somewhere will find this story offensive. However, I’m pretty sure it won’t be someone who lives in the country! Life in the country is wonderful! Yet, it comes with a few unavoidable downsides. One of these is the guarantee that every fall, field mice will decide their pantry is running low and the heater is on the blink. So, they’ll venture into my heated home and fully stocked pantry! Because of this, my pantry is populated by several million airtight glass jars. Normally, we don’t face the invasion until October. But, recent flooding has driven the nasty
I’m not sure how we managed it, but the spacing of our children set us up for Clash of the Titanic Parenting Battles!
If you have more than one child (or siblings), I’m sure you’ve experienced the oldest and most annoying game in the world! Thankfully, my kids are past the age for this ‘entertaining’ game. However, I noticed a friend’s boys indulging in a rousing round the other day. Suddenly, I remembered my husband saying he used this strategy to annoy his older sister. I was struck that though kids change, they remain the same. I mean they may live on cell phones, game systems, and computers, but a good round of sibling baiting gives joy and meaning to childish lives! In