Cabin Fever

This is going to be one random blog, but I hope it won't be too boring. The kids and I really need to get out because we are all going a little stir crazy. We can only watch so much TV. Our poor little Jeff needs a nap so badly, but every time I lay him down the kids start/continue screaming, crying, playing the piano etc., so then he also has his hypocrite mom yelling at everyone to be quiet. Right now I am really glad that we live in California where it is nice and sunny and I can send the kids outside to play. With what? you might ask. Well, nothing but dirt and empty snail shells, but hey, they are outside and my sweet baby has been asleep for approximately 15 minutes.


My poor son. He has been the only boy for 5 1/2 years. Ben is out of town a lot, so Reese is left with all his male attributes (teasing, being gross etc.) in a house full of girls. Thank goodness we now have Jeff. Hopefully in a few years things will even out a bit. It seems Reese is sick of being forced to watch Barbie movies and playing house and is rebelling a bit. A common phase around our house these days is "Are you Two???!!!" This can be used in conjunction with a 5 year old coloring on the walls and the banister, poking the dog in the eye, and recently sneaking scissors upstairs for a midnight haircut (on himself thankfully). He has a funny little boy sense of humor. The twins asked what we were going to have for lunch the other day and before I could answer, he said "Fart Salad." He was drawing pictures of all the girls, me included, with big brown handlebar mustaches. But the other night, the poo hit the fan when we found a little nail sticking out of Anna's pillow. The little turd was trying to poke her! The night before we had found a tack, but thought it was a fluke. I think that he needs an outlet for his naughtiness, and have thought about Karate. What do you think?

Exhibit A Exhibit B

On Valentines Day for the past several years, my husband has been at the World Ag Expo. This year he brought me a special present. He is such a sweetheart and I love him dearly. We aren't big gift givers, we usually talk about what we need and decide to forego any formal gift giving and get something we both need or want. It is when he surprises me with gifts that it is really special. Before I post the picture, remember that he works with cows. I have long been compared to a cow, not in the fat sense (or we would be divorced), but usually in the pregnancy or nursing sense. It is a family joke, so I am OK with it. At Costco a few weeks ago, Anna was talking about how I would feed our baby with my udders. I said "Anna! I don't have udders!" She said that she was afraid it would be bad manners to call them breasts. So, when Ben brought these home for me, we all got a good chuckle. I have to say, these are one of my favorite valentine's day gifts ever.

My lovely cow tag earrings

This is another gift Ben brought home for me a couple years ago. His name is/was Walter. Ben thought we could keep him in our backyard for a while. Great--except we lived next to the mayor! Thank goodness for my mom and her sheep pasture. Walter lived to the ripe old age of 1 1/2 years old before he became a freezer full of delicious steaks.

This is my pretty new washer. It is the 3rd one we've had in 3 years. My old one was in great shape until my sweet Jessica was helping with laundry. She has learned a good (expensive) lesson--you shouldn't put four loads of laundry in. It was smoking and screaming, but now I have a nice new washer! Maybe I should let her use the dryer so I can have a matching set! She is a good helper and I appreciate her so, but she is not touching this washer!

Well folks, that is pretty much all we have going on here. You can wake up now.