The Princess and the Four Wheeler

This evening, the Princess grew wings. Pink wings and a little pink tutu that she bought with her very own dollar.

... and she called herself "Hanna OnTanna" as she twirled and sang as she danced down the sidewalk.
She was in her own Princess world ....

until a beautiful red carriage drove by.
Then she shed her wings.

... and jumped on.
There is no room for girlie things when you have a apple tree and a barn full of cows down the road.

Bye Princess .... see you later!

Keep Mira Smiling

Mira. She's a 2.5 year old little ball of fire ... and she's a triplet. Mira has end stage renal failure and will be having a kidney transplant soon. She was born prematurely and had some serious problems at birth. Today she is a smart little girl with a whole world ahead of her ... and we are hoping that she receives two wonderful kidneys to make that happen for her.

Her Mother Sheryl is in my online triplet group, and over the past couple of years we've all watched Mira grow and heard her stories and have grown to love her.

There will be a fundraiser in Wisconsin for Mira soon and the Mom's in our group are helping out by painting this canvas for the upcoming auction.

We each have a square and we each have painted our message on the canvas. All of our kiddo's have signed it with their handprints. The picture above is Me and my Littles as it passed through here. It's exciting to see the progress as it goes from California, Nevada, Idaho, Pennsylvania, Michigan, Wisconsin and Indiana. We even have a square reserved for our Mom and kiddo's that are in South Africa. Our canvas is traveling around the United States with love from all of us ... and we all want to Keep Mira Smiling!

You can read about Mira at her website or leave a good wish at www.keepmirasmiling.com She's a cutie and we all hope she gets her new kidneys and a new way of life without pain or suffering. I'm not asking my readers to donate, just read about her and IF you want to donate .... follow your heart.

We Love you Mira!!! Keep on Smiling!!!

Us Girls

Here comes the bride ... and the bride has been hopping lately with all the wedding details. Six days to go and she's still calm and collected.

This evening my two daughters and I met up for dinner. Juli on my right and Meg is on my left. We met up with her six bridesmaids and her new Mother in law to be.

We had a great time at Olive Garden and we went over the rest of the wedding plans and I delegated jobs to everyone to finish before next Saturday. It just sucks to be the boss ... but somebody has got to do it! Ha ~ (just kidding) I think that falls under the category of "MOB" Mother of the Bride.

I can't believe it ... but almost every single little detail is done. I had a list and we stuck to it, and boy did it ever help to have all the details down in black and white.

Mainly, what I loved the most was having my two girls with me. I am one lucky Mom to have these beautiful girls. This is the first time we've gone to dinner without the boys. They stayed home on the farm with their Dad. Megan absolutely loved it and danced with her shadow in the parking lot.

Late tonight I carried her in and tucked her up, and hopefully she'll have good dreams and great memories of her big sister's bacherlorette party!

Be Blessed Everyone.

Hi Honey ... I'm Home!

Hi Everyone! Wow ... I haven't posted in a week and still almost "three thousand" people came to visit me, and for all the countless emails in the last couple of days of all of you checking on me to see if I'm okay ... I am. I'm back.

I didn't go anywhere, but I've been very busy. So busy that my head is still spinning in circles and I want to stop and get off. I'm nearing the end of the month at work and that is busy. I got called out two nights ago late in the night to start an IV and again last night, and that is busy.

My daughter Juli is getting married next Saturday ... and let me tell you, that is BUSY! Busy and exciting. My tonight and this weekend we are finishing wedding plans and making sure we didn't miss any details.

I'm also on stand-by and ready for two triplet Mom's that are in the hospital that are "hanging by the hair of a thread" that could possibly deliver. But we're praying that they can hold off for another two weeks at least. Both are very early, 28 weeks, but their babies are very healthy ... just need to bake in their cozy little ovens a bit longer. For those of you that don't know ... I'm photographing their births. I would appreciate everyone that reads here to say a quick prayer that A & A continue to hang on and keep those babies put! (Sorry A#1, I'm hoping you buy at least another week or two ... and I'll duck next time I come visit you in case you throw a shoe at me) Just kidding ... she's been a great sport for having been there for two months! A#2 just moved into the hotel(hospital) today for the duration ... and she's still a happy camper!!! I can joke about this, because I've been in their shoes, and the ceiling in a hospital room isn't really all that pretty. But just look at the little treasures that they'll get in the end. Baby A, B & C times TWO! Woo-Hoo!!!!

Which brings me to another reason why I've been so busy. My Birth Photography business. I'm working steadily in the evenings on my website. Hopefully it will debut in about a week along with my photography website that is changing as well.

And ... finally, the cutest reason I've been so busy is this peek of these little cuties below. Besides this beautiful set of triplets, I've done five other photo shoots recently.

This Super-Mom just pooped out for the last week ... but I'm back and will get back to blogging pronto!

Enjoy the pictures below ... they're gorgeous!

Dear Littles - Chapter Nine

Dear Littles,

Two days ago you started preschool. "Real" preschool. You think you are in Kindergarten and you are taking it so seriously. You would think that your entire whole world just up and changed with Monday morning, when in fact, it was the same as Friday ... except you had to be there so much earlier and the structure has returned.

I had such a plan for Monday morning, and all your school clothes laid out and ready, and Sam, you changed all that in the span of a heartbeat. Long pants you said, and you didn't like my choice of the shirt I had picked out for you to wear. Then Jay followed suit and between you, you chose what you would wear that first day of preschool. Play clothes, and you would both wear the same thing.

I still have the mind frame to dress you the same and coordinate your clothes with Meg ... and that isn't happening as much these days. Independence is shining through, and you all want to do it your way instead of my way. My heart tightens just a little with every step that you take away from me. It's the way it's supposed to be .... you grow up, and I have to let you go.

I felt like you took a big step Monday morning when you walked through those doors. It was another milestone in your life. One that will lead you down the path of growing up.

On the other hand, as much I want to keep you little and with me ... I want you to flourish, and to grow and to move on. I want you always come back home and think back to these days and know how much I love you.

I thank God at least a thousand times a day for the three of you. Even in the moments of confusion and chaos, I thank him for giving me this chance to raise these perfect and beautiful yous.

Monday evening I ask you what you learned at school today ... and you all said, "Nothing. We just colored and we played." Your world didn't change at all that day ... only mine did.

Surely, all Mothers love their children as much as I love you.

Mom

Fingerprints of God "Winner"

This morning while Marlboro Man and I were putting up the entire north forty acres of sweet corn that he planted .... well, it seemed like it anyway .... I said to him, "Hey MM, what's your favorite number?"

He said, "Are your trying to trick me into something?"

"No Way Man" I said to him ... "I just want to know what your favorite number is."

Then he said, "does this have something to do with all this corn?"

"Nope" I told him ... "I just need to know ... what's your favorite number between 1 and 21."

So he told me. He said, "I know you're trying to trick me somehow, so I'm keeping it low." Now what the heck does that mean. I've never tricked him in my life. Well, maybe just once I did ... I delivered triplets instead of just one baby a few years back ... and he's still in shock. But he forgave me a long time ago.

Then he said it. NINE. Number NINE ... you're the winner. It's Amy!

Here's her comment why she comes here:

I started coming to your blog when I learned about you from Emily and Stacey. I had been wanting babies since I was married and unable to have any. I was searching for an answer and found comfort in "surrounding" myself in different ways, with those who had "beat the odds." Your blog was one that kept me laughing and hoping. Little did I know that God was answering my prayer in his time and way. He has handed me the baby of my dreams. She may not be of my flesh, but she is of my heart. Talk about the finger print of God!Amy 08.07.08 - 9:30 pm #

Now, on a serious note. I was really touched to read all the comments about why you keep coming back here. Thank you all so much for the kind words and for the lift you give me.

I do write from my heart ... sometimes a little too much and sometimes a little too deep, but I'm sincere in my love for my family and God.

Now Amy ... I think I know who you are ... and if I'm right, you live pretty close to me. Although I haven't met you ... I know your story, and you're right ... God handed you a perfect gift handmade by him ... and he did it his way. You're a blessed woman Amy. Doesn't it just feel so good?

If you're the Amy I'm thinking of ... you can email me a picture you would like to have edited into a portrait ... or you can set up an appointment with me to photograph your little darling, free of charge! Call me at 812.459.4774 when it's good for you.

Thanks for reading everyone ... and to everyone that had not commented before ... it's good to meet you!

Be Blessed Everyone.

Coons, Corn and the Neighbors

Bright and early this morning, and yesterday morning too ... Marlboro Man, aka The Milk Man, brought home tons and tons of these things. Secretly I was hoping that the coons had had a great feast ... but MM nipped that in the bud when he put a electric fence around the sweet corn patch.
Not only did he nip them in the bud .... but he probably zapped, fried and splattered the fuzzy critters. He nonchalantly told me this morning that he had a 50-mile fence charger on it, and "he got em good." That's kind of "animal cruelty" don't you think? Poor little things were only looking for food. I think he should at least have given them a little bit.

Zilch! They got none ... He brought it all home to me. ... and after cleaning, boiling, cutting, bagging and freezing almost 60 full to the rim quarts of corn ... I'm pooped!

I do have to say thanks to The Neighbor who came yesterday and diligently worked her fingers to the bone and helped me tremendously. Today she helped even more ... she took Meg and Jay to church with them and kept them all day while MM and I put up corn. Sam, on the other hand, went to town with his Uncle Don and Aunt Bonnie (who are neighbors on the other side) and went shopping and out to eat! I don't have a clue what I'd do without my neighbors and all the times they help me out!

"Yoo Hoo Neighbors! .... I heard that my Green Beans are coming on again and the Tomatoes aren't too far behind."

"Hey! Hey Neighbors ... don't run! Hey! Get your fingers outta your ears! Yoo Hooooooo! Hey! Come back .... don't forget the kids!"

Fingerprints of God

Just thought I'd show you what I just uploaded to print in a 12 x 12 to frame for my living room wall. You can click the picture to read the words.

Yes, it's the song playing ... well in bits and pieces that is. The words say everything to me and I wanted to be able to see it in print.

What do you think? You want one too? If you're local (within 30 miles)you can earn a free 12 x 12 high resolution printable image to frame, and I will personally meet you in a park of your choice to photograph your kiddo .... and if you're not local, you can email me a large resolution image of your choice, and after some crafty editing and printing, I will drop ship the print to you. ... or you too can meet me in a park within 30 miles of my home. That might be a long drive for some of you, eh?

All you have to do is leave me a comment telling me why you come here ... and this Sunday morning at 8:00 I will randomly choose a winner!

Be Blessed Everyone.

The Milk Man and Me

Early this morning Marlboro Man, aka The Milk Man, called me and ask if he could use my new washer and dryer. Like it's not his too! I just had to ask a million questions as to "why, why, why, why, why, why."

It appeared that the storm last night downed a big Rain Tree by the milk house and pulled the electric line right out of the house where his washer and dryer is. You see, he hand washes his ladies teats, all four of them, with soft white wash cloths twice a day. What a Man!

SO ..... he brings the buckets of wash cloths home, and puts them in my new washing machine. The one that whirs and vibrates remember???? The one that scares me. I had the cycle all figured out for him and he told me to put the bleach in the rinse cycle. "NO can do" I say. Bleach goes in the wash cycle! I earned a few rolled eyeballs which caused me to ask, "why, why, why?"

The man proceeds to tell ME ... a woman who has lactated FIVE times in her life, with the last time being for triplets ... all about milking!

The smirk on my face didn't phase him at all. He just kept talking. I heard about how he wets the washcloth and cleans their teats, then their udder ... how he sanitizes each one, and THEN how he expresses each teat to to evaluate the milk. So I had to interrupt him and ask, "why, why, why?"

That man looked at me as if I was dumbest thing breathing air .... "WWHHYYY?" he says. "To see if it's good" he said.

"Oh yeah, right! .... you mean you can tell by looking at what you squirt on a concrete floor, to see if the milk is good?!!" "What are you looking for .... Cottage Cheese?" I ask. By now, I'm getting a tad bit interested in his theory, being that I too have lactated in my lifetime, and he has not.

Then he goes on to tell me that the milk in the canal (yes, he called it a canal) is stagnant and the end of the teat is a portal of entry for bacteria.

I cut him off before he could speak another word ... and said, "well yeah, they don't do that to us women."

Then he crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and said, "well yeah, you didn't lay covered in cow S#*T all day now did cha?"

Boy, did he just blow it! For a moment there I was thinking he was like a Scientist or Cow Genius, or something, until he stuck his tongue out at me and crossed his eyes!

Even though he's been milking cows for forty years, I still think I know more about breasteses, teats and lactating than he does, no matter how many cows he milks a day!

What do you think?????

Be Blessed Everyone.

Josh and Carter

Dear Josh,

Anyone can be a Father .... but it takes a special man to become a Dad. I watched you last night with your kids at the skating rink and I watched how you held Carter and how you would bring him so close to your face and kiss his head. I loved seeing you do that.

Even though you've been a Father for four years now, and you've been a good one ... but now you're even better ... you are a Dad. It's so evident that your life revolves around your two little boys.

I couldn't get Luke to hold still long enough to even get a picture of his face. He was loving the party, the presents and the cake wasn't he? But that's okay ... he was having fun.

I love you Josh .... you're a good man with a heart of gold.

Love,

Mom

Random Thoughts of an Insane Farm Wife

I stayed up way too late last night ... way too late. In fact, the night was almost over and the day was beginning for some people.

Being that it's Saturday morning I would expect that kids would have a built in ticking system that would make them sleep later than usual. Not here. Not these kiddo's. We're up with the cows on this farm and today Mommy is dragging butt.

Right off the bat I had a canceled photo shoot due to a misunderstanding, but it is rescheduled to tomorrow evening. So all is well in that department.

Marlboro Man started his day (after milking a herd of cows) in the garden picking Green Beans for me to can today. About 14 quarts I'm thinking.

Jay and Meg soon followed him outside at 7:30 to the garden, and was greeting by "Jax" the dog who was taking The Neighbors for a walk. The Neighbors picked up the kids on the way and off they went, and when Sam woke up, Marlboro Man hoisted him up and off down the road to join them for a French Toast breakfast. Man, you just gotta love the neighbors that love your kids .... especially when they have a garden full of corn waiting to be shucked and put up!

This gave me an opportunity for a cleaning frenzy ... and to blog about what just happened to me.

Here while back we bought a new snazzy new front loader washer and dryer with all the bells and whistles, and I'm still not used to it. It does a marvelous job, but of course I like lots of water and I trick the washer to the max. Now granted, it takes two hours to wash a load of clothes being that I change all the settings to the largest, biggest, longest, hottest settings available. I justify this by telling myself that I can do three loads in one and I'm still being energy efficient and saving water and electricity. Can you believe that Marlboro Man doesn't see it my way??!!

So, in the quiet of my house this morning I heard something up stairs. Something banging in the attic or a closet ... or somewhere above my head. I had this fear and just couldn't bring myself to go up there. Of course, I had just spent what few hours I had to sleep last night up there, and no one or nothing jumped out at me, but still ... I kept hearing something alive and moving.

I started up the stairs and decided for my own good, that I'd better call that farmer husband of mine just in case, and so that if something happened to me ... he'd come and save me. He didn't answer, and I couldn't make myself walk up those stairs! So I went out on the back porch with this fear washing over me to see if I could see him in the field on a tractor teddering hay. Of course, he was no where in sight.

With my heart pounding, I stood there and debated whether or not to just grab my keys and go on down to The Neighbors where my kids were .... when all of a sudden the thumping and thudding got louder and closer, and suddenly my entire being started vibrating with fear.

Just like me, my new washing machine had changed cycles and was spinning at a extra high speed RPM! But, Meg's tennis shoes are sparkling clean and snow white!

By the way, I am never staying up til 3:45am talking to the amazing Portland Granny on the phone again. It makes me delusional the next day!

Be Blessed everyone.

Happy Birthday Kelcie Jo

I had company this evening. She came to show me how high she can jump and how hard she can stomp. She also decided that I could take a little picture of her, or two or twenty or one hundred thirty-six!

Her Mommy is going to show her "Grandma's" blog so she can see the pictures ....
... and read all the nice comments from all of "Grandma's" friends that are wishing Miss Kelcie a Happy Happy Birthday!

It just seems like yesterday that she was born ... and on Saturday Kelcie will be four years old. I just can't hardly believe that she's growing up right before my eyes. We're having a dual party! Luke will be four just four days after Kelcie and .... we're all going skating and I'll get lots of pictures of every smile and fall!

By the way, here's her new stomping boots! Oh my goodness ... she reminds me of her Mother!

Be blessed everyone.

Wordless Wednesday ~ Revisiting the Exhaustion

"Exhaustion"

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Splish Splash

Yesterday evening the Little's went swimming in the local swimming hole down the road, aka the neighbors pool. At first they were apprehensive, but it didn't take long and they were jumping right in.

I have this phobia of them and water. Not that I don't want them to like water and have fun swimming and playing ... but we have a pond right at the edge of our yard and I want to instill in them that they can NEVER get in the water without a life jacket.
Their Dad is even worse than me with the life jacket thing, which surprises me greatly. Usually he is more lax, but because of kids and farm ponds you can't take chances.

This is a different life than raising kids one at a time. I know ... because I've been there, done that with stair-steps, and there is nothing like three peas in a pod, who take every opportunity to make chances of conniving up ideas together! There's not a tattler when all three join in on the fun!

So we have to be safe and do everything we can to protect them, not only in a well supervised pool, but for the opportunities that might arise when their little minds are clicking.

The "Heart" of Livia

Don't you just love these big eyes? Yes, they're really almost that bright blue. I got a new lens and it does this to eyes ... with a little help from Photo shop of course.

Liv and the kids were in the pool this evening and I shot a few pictures of them playing in the water, and this picture just screamed, "make me artsy." .... So I did! Liv is our niece and she's a cutie. She's just starting to try to talk and is a little doll and I love her bunches!~

Now I'm going to go make Sam, Jay and Meg artsy too!

~ Spoof ~

You know, there are times that someone needs to literally kick my butt and twist my head in circles to knock some sense into me .... like the other day when I picked a skinny young cat up on the road.

This cat appeared homeless. He/She was standing on the side of the road meowing for all he was worth. Marlboro Man said he was just hitch-hiking and I was the sucker that stopped!

So I put the cat in my van ... took it out to daycare with me to pick up the kids and tried to pull a slick one. I nonchalantly said, "there's a kitten at the door meowing." Every adult in the building sighed and said, "that's just wonderful .... another cat dumped off here." I felt the heat crawling up my neck, so I put the cat back in my van and pretended that I was going to find it a home. I wasn't about to confess that I dumped the cat at the door just about three minutes before!

So the cat takes a ride with me and the kids to a Nursing Home several miles away so I can check on a IV that I had to pull for pharmacy. Being the good nurturing Mother that I am ... I'm thinking that dang cat is starving and needs something to eat. I grabbed a little container of ice cream and thought it would eat it. Well, it did! The whole container! The whole container of Chocolate Ice Cream.

When we got home, Mr. Marlboro Man was none too happy with me. His first statement brought reality schreeching home .... "if you put that cat outside, the dogs will kill it instantly, and you can't keep it in here, so what'ya going to do with it?"

I'll tell you what I did with it .... for three days I've cleaned up liquid cat poop (thanks to the chocolate ice cream) on the enclosed back porch and listened to it cry and claw at the door to get in. Never again will I bring home a homeless cat.

This morning "Spoof" got a new home ... Juli came over and I sweet talked her into taking the sweet little kitty home to Kelcie. When she said that she'd take it ... I cut holes in a big cracker box, put the cute little thing in there and taped it shut. I put the box in Juli's arms and shoved her out the back door and locked it behind her! (Not really, but I wanted to.)

Spoof is now Sassy ... and Sassy is now loved! Thank you Lord for bringing Juli here this morning!

The Farmers and the Fair ~ A Story

The farmer had had a busy day. The heat was exhausting and beared down on him all day as he worked in the Hay fields. Time was always against him during Hay season. One hundred degree weather and not enough hours in the day took it's tole. But he had a plan, and he worked hard and worked as fast as he could to get finished. He still had cows to milk, but in a few hours he would be finished, and another hot day would be under his belt.

He had plans for that night. He was going to take his family to the county fair. The Little's couldn't possibly have remembered going the year before, but this year they were excited and had talked about it all day. They wanted to see the tractors and see the animals. They just wanted to go. After a spit bath in the car and a change of their shirts, they were ready.

It was late when they got there, and the sounds of the fair loomed off in the distance. The lights from the Ferris wheel lit up the night like a party in the sky. The whole county had turned out for a Friday night fair. The grandstand was full, and the tractor pull was in full swing. The Carnies were luring them in with their colorful trinkets while the kids stood in awe in front of their stands.

They wandered over to the livestock barns to see the cows. There's something about living in a small place, where you know everyone, and everyone knows you. Farmer's stick together at the fair. It's always been that way ....

Sam, Jay and Meg were so excited when we got there. We parked at the front entrance so they could see the Life-Vac helicopter first. I was so surprised because they actually wanted to ride in it. Whoa! I think not!!!

It really was exciting to watch the kid's faces as we walked closer to the crowds and the noise. They were so excited to ride the Merry-Go-Round, so we did it twice in a row and that was the end of their rides. They'd only go if we could go with them, and that in itself pretty much ruled out what they could do, and what we'd fit in. Plus, the fact that tickets were 1.75 each and we needed 5 tickets for every ride.

Then we visited the cows. (Like we don't see cows everyday) Then the pigs. Sam petted every pig in the barn. One by one. By the time we moved on to the rabbits and chickens, my kids were not smelling too good! But, we'd made it to the county fair ... and these farmhouse kids are still talking about it!

On another note, you thought you were going to get a big ole romantic story about Marlboro Man and The Dairy Wife didn't you? Well, I fooled you this time .... I was just doodling in my head, and made that first part up! But the guy does work hard, and I do feel sorry for him in this heat. I offer everyday for him to wear short pants, come in and sit with me in the air conditioning, drink tea and take naps, but he won't do it .... nope, because he's a Farmer!!!

Be Blessed Everyone.

You're My Best Friend

Tonight we went down the road to the neighbor's house to a jewelry party. Just for girls. The neighbor's daughter is Meg's best friend and best playmate, and she was the hostess.

Wanna play Tootsie best friend??? My little girl loves her best friend very much. Her best friend has been very involved since Meg was born. In fact, she was there when Meg was born, and will be here for many years to come.
About a week ago we realized that Meg's new dress was almost just like her best friend's dress, and of course we love to play dress up.

So this evening, Meg's bestest friend changed her clothes and out the door they went to have a little photo session with Amanda. Amanda played photographer and I played editor after I swiped her SD card :), and we ended up with some pretty amazing images to print for the girls.

This best friend is getting married next year and Meg will get to be in her wedding. We're practicing already! We're going to miss you out here on the farm Laura! Make sure you come back often so we can play some more. It's a girl thing you know, and we are the girls!
Thanks Laura for being Meg's best friend and cousin, and for giving her someone wonderful to look up to for the rest of her life! Mainly, thanks for taking the time to always play!

Wordless Wednesday ~ Flowers for Mommy ~

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Hot Summer Days

Just a few pictures of my kiddo's on a hot summer day. A couple weeks ago or so, we went walking down the road again with my camera. Maybe someday I'll actually get to photograph the front of them without them separating and running! Someday .....

This little road leads up to one of our barns where some cows live. It's our favorite spot to play, and the barn is so intriquing and full of neat stuff for little kids. I just haven't figured out what yet ... but they love it, and always come back out really dirty, and really happy. Isn't that just a kid thing?
Hope you enjoyed your country walk with The FarmHouse Kids!

(the pictures look glorious in a larger size ... just click them)

Be Blessed Everyone.

Bee Stings

Cute little guy huh? He might be, but his real life cohorts aren't so cute.

Yesterday evening when I got home, it was so hot we decided to play in the water hose and fill up the pool for the Little's. When suddenly, a swarm of Wasps attacked Meg and stung her multiples times.

They literally attacked her, and only her. She was stung on her face, chest, arms and legs. Needless to say, after a visit to the Emergency room and a shot in the leg of Decadron, all turned out well for her. Thank goodness, to be stung that many times, it was her first sting ... the second sting is usually the worst because your body has built up proteins that cause a worse reaction.

As we were getting ready to leave for the hospital, I had to go back out onto the porch to get the boys shoes, and the nasty little critters stung my hand in several places, got my ankle and my arm. I think for some reason those bees have it in for us! Ouch.

So this morning, Marlboro Man is out there armed with a garden hose, a can of Hornet spray and has on a coat! Should I take a picture???

Be Blessed Everyone.

**Added** - The Bee's are gone. All three nests of them under the porch!

The Mississippi Kids are home

My far away kids are home for the weekend. It is so good to see them and get a good hug in from that Mississippi son of mine.

Of course, we planned a little photo session in the city for this evening. It was lots of fun and Main Street will never be the same again!

The street is beautiful and the old store fronts aren't too shabby either! I love the orange brick wall below and the old iron bench there.
I'll post a few more tomorrow ... some ice cream licking and someone got splashed ... and it wasn't me!

I really think I like these square pictures, and the emotional Mom side of me just has to write a few words on them!

Be Blessed Everyone.

Girl

I've created a little monster. After over three and a half years of my camera being shoved in her face, to capture every breath that she takes, she's decided that she loves it. Praise God, because I love love love love love to take this girl's picture!

This child is no longer just a kid .... she's a "G-I-R-L." A very prissy girl and she rolls around on the floor posing. It's hysterical to watch her. I have a model in the makin' and I think it's fantastic! She is feeding my passion and wearing out my shutter!

It's amazing to have watched the transformation of a shy backward little girl to this new girl that is becoming more sure of herself as she absorbs the world around her.

For now, I'm just loving it! But I also know how important it is to keep her grounded ... so every once in a while I point my camera at the boys! I kid.

Be Blessed Everyone.

You have the whole world in your hands ~

Dear Sam,

When I saw this picture of you that I had taken yesterday evening, I had to edit it. I can see your serious side. The one that I rarely see. It only lasted for a split second ... but I was quick enough to catch it.

You're our funny guy. The jokester. The one that laughs with all you have, from the inside out. You're the smallest, but you have a big personality and a big heart. You are the leader of the pack and you are so sure of yourself. You keep me hopping and always on my toes.

I often think back to the first few weeks of your life when you are being just Sam. In your beginning, it didn't appear that we would bring you home, and it certainly didn't appear that you would be healthy, both physically and mentally. But you are. You beat the odds, and you proved everyone wrong. Except God. He held you and lifted you up. I believe that.

I never believed them when they told me that you wouldn't live, and I didn't believe them when they said that you would not live a normal life if you survived. I believed that God had a bigger plan for you, and he gave you this life so that you will change men and move mountains. I believe that you are such a miracle that God will use you in a way to change the world. I believe that.

You have the whole world in your hands Sam ... the whole wide world, and someday when you're grown up ... I'll be here by your side as you speak and the world listens! I believe that.

I love you,

Mom

A perfect world ... is a boy and his Dog

Yesterday evening the kids ran to the garden to pick a few cucumbers, but Sam got sidetracked by his dog Sam the Boxer. He sat down under the tree with her and scooted as close as he could get and laid his little head on her and gave her all his love.

Sam the Boxer loves attention, and especially attention from our little Sammy. Sam the Boxer is getting old, and was here on this farm a good several years before I came, and long before these kiddo's were even thought of. So, it's a big change for her as well ... to have these kids growing up on her farm. But, she's adapted well, and loves these kids. She's a gentle old soul that loves the hugs and kisses that our Sammy gives to her.

Yes, it's a perfect world ... when a boy has a dog he loves.

Be Blessed Everyone.

~Joey and Mariah ~

Life is good. Joey gave Mariah her ring a few weeks back, and a couple days later I took these pictures. Mariah had to put a boot in my behind to get them edited, and I am so glad I did. They turned out just beautiful.
Love. These two kids have a very special relationship and I'm so excited to get to be a part of it. Now I have to get busy and edit the rest of them and make that woman a storyboard before she gets that other boot after me!

Enjoy!

"Little Boys ~ Big World"

I held my breath the whole time! One Hundred and Eleven times. Times two! It's my job and was way against my better judgement ... but they had fun! Whew!

What a steep slide for two little boys! Maybe next time, they'll let me go down!

The Girlfriend

Overheard through the TV monitor while "The Dad" was putting the Littles to bed.

Jay: My girlfriend is not home. She has to work late tonight.

Dad: Well ... you tell your girlfriend that her boyfriend is going to get his little butt spanked if he doesn't get in that bed! Now!!!

Jay: I don't have a girlfriend!

Gotta love that quick wit and the mind of a three year old!

Cow Feed and Kids

This evening we had visitors. The neighbor and her daughter, and her daughter. Actually the neighbor is my wonderful sister-in-law, who walked up our road with Amanda (PhotoChick) and Liv, who came to play with the Little's.

The kids had a good time together, and as the neighbor and her girls were leaving, I looked around for the kids and found them here. They were jumping in the cow feed and throwing it everywhere. Well, actually Meg was, and I lifted the boys in so they could join in the fun. It's my job to make sure they have equal rights! There's no favoritism around this farm! No Sirree!

Amanda was kind enough to run back and snap a few pictures for me since my camera was in the house and someone had to make sure they didn't bury each other in ground corn feed. Thanks Amanda!

Now, we have to keep this to ourselves, because we certainly don't want Uncle Don or Marlboro Man to see the mess they made in there, or how much corn made it to the floor! But look at how much fun they had! So we'll just pretend that we don't have a clue what happened in that little building.

I just love these corn covered kids and the shanigans they come up with!

Be Blessed Everyone.

Jesus and Wal-Mart

Tonight Von read a farming magazine to the boys and I sat on the couch and read a goodnight prayer book to Meg. The same one that we read almost every night. It's her favorite, and she has most of the stories memorized.

Meg gets really animated when she's telling a story and tonight she kept telling me that Jesus was a girl and she (Meg) had to be really good because "she" could see every thing and "she" wouldn't like it.

How do you explain to a three year old, so that they understand, that we believe Jesus is a "he?" This little girl is so firm in what she believes. She kept telling me, "No Mommy, Jesus is a girl ... just like me." With both hands open and stomping her foot in a voice that enunciates every syllable.

How do you keep from laughing when she's just so darn cute when she thinks she's right? By the time I finally gave it up .... Jesus was wearing pony tails, a pink dress and had makeup on and her toes polished. She also had a purse with Tinker Bell on it that she got from Wal-Mart, with a mirror and lipstick in it ... and guess what she had on her feet? Yep, flip flops and they were yellow!

I am still laughing ... because I am picturing Jesus this way and it just ain't right!

Be Blessed Everyone.

I Love You Mom

In the very early wee hours of the morning, at 3:23am, I felt something that woke me up. It was a soft little hand that eased it's way into my hand. It belonged to a little boy with puppy breath that was standing next to my bed. He climbed up next to me and leaned over and whispered, "I love you Mom." I whispered back to him, "I love you too" and pulled the covers back so he could snuggle next to me.

Instead, he said to me, "I a big boy now. I sleep in my own bed with Charlie (cow) and Bob (the builder). I cover you up and tell you I love you. Good-night Mommy. Stay in your bed." .... and with a little kiss on my cheek, he was gone.

I laid there and listened as that sweet little boy got back in his bed, then I tip-toed to the door of his room to peek. Charlie and Bob were on his pillow and each had a little arm around them. The little boy in the middle was already sound asleep.

I stood there for a moment with tears in my eyes, and thanked God for the gifts I've been given, and prayed that he gives me a long life to enjoy these heartprints that he leaves for me as I raise these children.

"Goodnight Sammy .... I love you too."

Farm Princesses

Oh how they love each other. More than I know. Kelcie and Megan are more than niece and aunt ... they are best friends. We have a whole wardrobe of princess clothes for when they are together, and they transform right before our eyes. I feel totally excluded in their world ... when they're together.

They love to match and to look alike. They love to trade shoes and touch each other's hair. They love to laugh and do girls things and they burst into giggles about the boys. They live in their own world ... when they're together.

They don't see each other as much anymore. Kelcie has moved a little further away, and goodbyes between these sweet kindred spirits are getting a little harder to say. They're both almost four years old and I hope for all of their lives, that they're close and love each other.

Kelcie and her Mommy are getting married in August and we've been busy planning and doing, and getting and making. Kelcie and Megan will walk down the aisle together in front of Juli, and they'll hold hands and throw flower petals. I'm sure these two will giggle and do it their way.

Be Blessed Everyone.

Serious Business

Just a few days ago it was so beautiful and breezy outside I thought I'd try a shot of getting a few good pictures of my kiddo's. I love white shirts. I think they look awesome in photo's, plus I just like white shirts in general on kids. They just look so clean. So "white shirt up" we did and headed outside.

Immediately Sam and Jay started exploring and seeing what they could get into. Living out on a farm ... there is always some kind of trouble to get into. Trust me, if Sam can't find trouble, it's not here!

Jay went first. He is really into posing and being very cocky and stylish. He's almost four now and it's ultra cool to be preppy and have 40,874 pictures of yourself. He's almost there too! Just a few more of him laying in the grass and cheesing it up and he'll have met his quota for the day!
Meg was biting at the bit to go next. She snuggled up to the barn wood and tossed her hair around a bit and smiled 11,839 different smiles, and picked and flossed her teeth to make sure they were perfect ... and they are. We got some great shots of her, then we called it quits and headed off to find Sam.

We found Sam. Well, actually Sam found us, and his white shirt wasn't white anymore either. It had a few brown streaks and stains on it. So did his hands and his shoes, and the stick he was carrying!

Remember the first picture? Scroll up and have a look. The one where Sam and Jay were squatting down and having a serious conversation about what they found.

Well .... Sam found it, and so did his bike. He rolled over it about 68,284 times. Just enough times to make sure it got squashed real good!

What is it about a kid and his dog poop?!!!

We didn't get any pictures of Sam. We ran as fast as we could ... he smelled bad!

Be Blessed Everyone.

Weddin Belles for Laura Belle

Meg's best friend just went and got herself engaged tonight. Yep, she's getting hitched next July, and will be leaving our neck of the woods and moving to the city with her firefighter guy Michael.

Meg's best friend is our niece Laura who lives down the road. Laura french braids Meg's hair and paints her fingernails and toes all the time. Meg loves her "Lawer." She draws out her name like Laura is a southern belle. In Meg's eyes, she is ... and she loves Laura very much.

Way to go Laura! So why are you up and doing something like going and getting married and leaving Meg high and dry, with only boys to hang out with? Who's going to paint her toes? (just kidding)

Congratulations Laura and Michael ... we really think it's wonderful and can't wait for the hitchin' next year! The picture of your ring turned out really good for a cell phone shot in a dark car! I can't wait to see the real thing tomorrow!

Farm Kids!

More kids in the wheat. This time it is another set of triplets. These little kiddo's are 17 months old and cute as buttons. Miss Ali was very much in charge of driving the other two around. I do believe that she is the boss of this little trio. Little Miss Emma and Mr. Nate were happy campers for the most part. This was at the end of our session and they were getting to pooped to pop. They all did so good for their first trip to the farm! Even with the combine chopping the wheat around us! Talk about cutting it close!

The wheat is now all gone ... even my little patch in the corner, but it will be back next year ,and hopefully I'll get to have more fun with my camera and all these little triplets, quadruplets and quintuplets that have been out here over the past couple of weeks.

Thanks Stacey and Donnie for bringing the kiddo's out. Your babies are beautiful and so much fun to play with!

Oh Stacey, sorry about all the chiggers you picked up out here! ... but wasn't it worth it???

Tanya

Dear Littles - Chapter Eight

Dear Littles,

Sunday we took you to a air show, but there were no airplanes. We went expecting to see big jets and lots of buzzing in the sky, but there were no airplanes. It was too windy and it was delayed.

You didn't mind ... for we found a big hill close by the river where we could watch the boats in the water and watch the trains go by.

You sit for a long time, then you got restless. You realized that the hillside you were on was steep and it was a long way down. You rolled and scooted to the bottom ... and you giggled, and you had fun. You loved it, and I loved watching you. Every time you reached the bottom, you held hands and trudged back up to the top.

I wonder if you'll remember the fun you had, and how big that hill was to three small children. I wonder if you'll someday hear the echo of laughter in your mind when you see this picture. I know as long as I live, I'll remember, and I'll count this day as one that was special. A big hill and my three kids. Will you remember this day?

I love you with all my heart.

Mom