We are trying to get our head screwed on straight. Kids are home for vacation. “I’M BORED,” says Otto, “what is there to DO!?”
The herd, however, is not bored. They are fat. It’s very, very hot, but we still have alfalfa. Yeah!
And helpful US visitor. This guy has no jet lag. A nap in the afternoon, is not jet lag. He arrived and was one of the fambly. Amazing.
Z is showing our visitor the ropes. One wise-crack at a time.
Here is a shadow and a cow trail. Can you tell I’m writing fast?
I want to share what’s going on. Like these safety mandals. great tractor wear…
Oops, I seem to have broken my tractor prong. … again. Let’s fit this new prong.
Munchy munchy.
It’s been awhile since our last #felfie.
…. this is how a blog post reads when you have four young children talking at you and a farmer talkie-walkie -y in as I write.
“mommy, you have a funny face on there,” says Z. yep … yep I do. Please darling, give me a minute to construct a sentence.
First, that selfie is awesome. You look so happy. I love it. Second, I love your writing. I only gave 3 kids but I feel the exact same way!
nothing a little tan and Tyra won’t do. Three kids!? that’s the moment laundry became a line-item.
So miss you all. I agree, you look fab in the selfie. That’s my sis! Hugs to all of you and Kevin,too. I loved my time in France.