Busy Time of Year

Dang it.

I was gonna tell you all about these pictures

but then I hit the wrong button and here they are,

without my permission.

So make up your own story.

About vats of manure, cowboys with fancy equipment and little boys locked in backs of pickup trucks.

Please make sure to mention something about big, muscled necks that might be a little red and little fair ones that beg to be kissed.

Use your imagination with this one.

And realized all cows are not treated equally around here. The scarlet letters are reserved for those with less than competent mothering skills.

And her? Well, sometimes it doesn't pay to stand by your friends.

Overheard tonight

John takes Nathan off Ava's bed so we can say a prayer.

Nathan: "I'll kill you Dada. And then I'm gonna get a new Dada."

(This is Nathan's latest line for anything we do that he doesn't like. "I'm gonna get a new Mama or Dada." Usually this is said through tears and crying after we just do something like ask him to talk quieter in church or eat his lunch)

John: "Where are you gonna get a new Dada? At Walmart?"

Nathan (stumped for a minute): "No. Mama's gonna lay a new Dada and then we have a new Dada."

(Last spring when all the goats were kidding Nathan got very confused and kept saying that they were "laying" their babies since chickens lay eggs. Life on the farm is very hard for a kid to understand sometimes.)

Ava (laughing and laughing):"Mama laid Dada, Mama laid Dada, Mama laid Dada!!"

John and I couldn't help but laugh. And then we tried to change the subject.