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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I almost had a heart attack.... almost.

One of our sons was driving the tractor for the first time. He tetted hay, and he hauled hay, and we unloaded hay that he hauled.

He hauled more hay, and we unloaded hay.

It kind of keeps going like that in a circle.
But you have to understand, this was Wade's first time actually working with a tractor. I know he's 14, he should have been doing this since he's 5. Right??

No, that's what happens when you have big brothers that have been doing the work for years, like since they were 5. Jason has relied on them for a long time, they know what they're doing, and everything runs smoothly. Now that the two oldest have full time jobs away from the farm (heck our oldest moved out too!) our help has dwindled. Add this to the three of them going on vacation for (GASP) a whole 5 days when we have soo much hay to bail, Jason got desperate.

I guess desperate's not the word, it was beyond time for Wade to drive tractors.

It was a little rough when he pulled out of the barn with a load of hay for the first time.... I told him to pull out as straight as he could, then turn the wheel. He was so excited, we almost lost a barn door. And a beam. But he made it out eventually.

So after painfully watching this, I was having heart failure following him down to another farm where we unload the hay. All I could think about was geeze, if he doesn't swing that tractor again, he's going to hit the stump, take out a road sign, and drive through someone's orchard! I actually had chest pain following him down the road.

You know what he did? That little bugger performed a perfect turn into the driveway without hitting a thing!!

But then it was time to pull up to the elevator.........

Come on, you can do it!!
Thank goodness for little brothers (AKA the know it all!) Just pull up right here, then you can still have enough room after we unload to pull around without backing up!

Okay, time to work!! (GROAN)

Halfway through the load, one of the paddles broke on the elevator. Just when I think the little guys and I can handle at least one load of hay on our own, I'm proven wrong and I have to call the husband. UGH!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Quin and Carter

Occasionally, I have time and oppurtunity to do something fun away from home to which I can only take one child.

One such oppurtunity opened up when my friend, Carolee asked me to go to Knobels with her and her son, Carter. Her husband and other son ditched them for cub scout camping on the weekend of their Knobel's trip for the place of business where they work.

Knobels is a camping/amusement park.

Quin is 9, and Carter is 5, so I wasn't sure how this was going to pan out, but my daughter babysit's for Carolee 2 days a week so the kids are used to each other.

Carter is a nut. As you can see, he's holding his ice cream on his head. He left it up there until he got a brain freeze from the outside - in. He's so adorable, just look at that face, don't you just want to pinch his cheeks?? Don't try it, he morphs into a monster if you do. Trust me. I really miss my pinky finger.

Carter is a thrill ride junkee. For his small nature, you wouldn't think so, but when your small, I think your brain has no fear of height what so ever. Quin on the other hand, has fear, trust me, alot of fear. You should have seen his face on the sea dragon in Delaware. He was sitting next to me, and I couldn't tell whether he was going to poop his pants or throw up his dinner. He just had this look on his face that said, "Get me out of here, and when I live through this, I want another mother"!!

After, about 3 times on the log flume, Quin was on board. He was the coolest, just look at that face, he's saying, "No problem, bring it on". Oh yeah, he was becoming a pro.

But mom on the other hand was well, you could say I'm not entirely afraid of heights, I'm just afraid of, well not even afraid, I'm just a bit weary of things that are up really high.

Yeah, that's it.

Like this big old ride for instance, can you tell how high up we were??

Pretty high, mmmm hmmmm. I was okay, really I was. Until I started remembering that movie, what was it called?? Oh, yeah, Final Destination 3. Don't watch it and go to an amusement park.

I was really having a Final Destination moment right here.

Yes, it wasn't pretty. Not at all.

This is what happens when you mow hay and it rains......

You get heartbreaking pictures like this of your husband and son discussing how horrible the quality of their hay is......

You see, we didn't intend to mow the hay and have it rained on all week long. The weather guy said the weather would be nice for about 3 days. That's all we need, 3 good drying days for good quality hay.
We didn't get it.
I want to be a weather man in my next life. Where else can you be so wrong on the job, and still keep that job??

One day of rain we can handle, but a whole week??


So we decided to have a neighbor use his large square baler to bale it for us.

I don't know where we're gonna put it, but now we have alot of big, large, square bales. The husband has a plan, right?? Yeah, he always does.