Spring Time Happenings

Yesterday started entirely too early.  Ian hasn’t yet learned the value in sleeping late on Saturdays, so up we got at 6:00 am while Brinn was out in the woods with some of the boys from the ranch.  Turkey season is in full swing so Brinn and the boys are spending quite a bit of their time sitting in blinds.

Ian and I began our day by knocking out ALL of the week’s laundry, and doing some massive cooking.  I try to do most of my week’s cooking over the weekend so that I don’t have to waste my day light hours after work now that spring is finally here and Ian wants to be outside all evening.  It turned out to be lucky that I’d been in the kitchen all morning since three of the boys killed turkeys and they all came over to our house so Brinn could help them breast out their birds.  Lunch transformed from a small affair for Ian and I, to a big spread for nine of us!  I turned to the freezer for some extra ground pork from the last wild boar a neighbor killed on his property for some emergency sloppy joes.  While I cooked furiously, Ian had a big time being one of the boys.  Right before lunch was ready, Lee brought Ian back upstairs with Ian’s head propped on his shoulder.  Poor little boy just couldn’t quite keep up.

Afterwords Ben, Kaleb, Ian and I headed off to watch football practice.  Matt had offeredfootball practice to babysit after practice, so we decided to go and watch for a while first.  While the players ran through plays and did football activities that I didn’t understand, Ian climbed every stair in the west stadium.  I’ll owe this to Becca, another of Ian’s babysitters.  Becca’s another of Ian’s babysitters, and has been a huge blessing to us as her attitude towards children is that they should be outside and moving as much as possible.  Ian agrees wholeheartedly, so Bleacher Climbinghe enjoys his time with Becca, especially since she takes him to the stadium to let him climb.  Now that’s his favorite way to spend an afternoon!  After practice, I left Ian with Matt, dropped the boys with Brinn, and I headed home to have an evening for just me and the ponies.

 

Bear the mustangBear, Reggie, and Ghost have looked like wild mustangs for far too long.  First I was pregnant and tired all the time, then I had an infant who needed to be held, and now I have a toddler who wouldn’t be safe underneath a horse.  Since I don’t get a whole lot of time for the horses right now, I usually just run out for 30 minutes at a time to slap a saddle on and trot around for a little bit before feeding.  But now I had a whole evening to spend!  I started with a great ride on Bear, because I’ve learned lately that it’s all about priorities.  I had to get in the most important part first in case my evening got cut short.  Bear and I are both terribly out of shape, so we stuck to a very basic workout: trying to maintain a consistent rhythm at the trot and canter, then maintain that rhythm while we hopped over a few logs out in the field.  It didn’t feel like I rode anytime at all yesterday, but today my calves are screaming otherwise.  It’s been too long since I’ve had to work on keeping my lower leg forward!

After my ride, it was on to beauty shop.  All three horses got a hair cut to get ride of their long, long manes.  I HATE a long mane.  When you’re trying to jump, that long mess gets tangled in your hands with reins and just causes a mess.  Much as I hate a long mane, though, I am terrible at pulling manes.  I never pull well, and I also break hairs and cause the entire mane to stick up like a mohawk.  Seeing as how I’m not going to any shows anytime soon, I fell back to scissors and chopped their manes to a more satisfactory length.  Then I greased everyone’s feet up good (since it’s been way too long since I’ve taken good care of their feet) and hit their soles with iodine.  I finished off with a heavy dose of conditioner to everyone’s tail.  Ah, the smell of Strait Arrow Mane and Tail… Takes me back to my preteen years when I spend rainy days practicing for hours on braiding Stormy’s tail…

While I’ve been playing my little ponies and watching football, Brinn’s been hard at work Junk from the pondchecking in turkeys and fixing our pond.  When we bought our house, Brinn was excited that the property had a small pond.  After we moved in, Brinn started to dig the pond out to make it a little bigger, and he unearthed a very dirty secret: the previous owners had used the pond as a land fill for all the junk from remodeling the house.  So the pond has set for a few years now waiting for some attention  Brinn started yesterday and started pulling all that junk back out of the pond and getting it ready to haul off (as should have been done to begin with).  After Redoing the pondworking for a while, Brinn developed a plan that he’s worked more on today.  He’s been sloping the sides of the pond in more gradually, and plans to pack it later this summer with crushed gravels.  Then he’s going to fence it to put hogs on for the rest of the year so that they can really pack it in well so that it’ll hold water better.  After we butcher the hogs, Brinn’s going to tear down the fencing, and build a jump in front of it so Bear and Reggie will have a cross-country playground!  I’m super excited.

Some of the junk Brinn unearthed from the pond area were big concrete slabs.  This Covering the wellturned out to be a short-term blessing in disguise.  Another feature of our property is a well in the front yard, but it had no type of cover over it.  We’ve been planning to build a structure over it that will allow us to access the water easily, but let us lock it as well, but  this plan hasn’t emerged yet and Brinn worries desperately about Ian, so Brinn took one of these gigantic slabs to cover the opening of the well until we get time to build a more attractive cover.

Covered well

While Brinn works, Ian and I have been running around the yard while he tries to chew on the water hose and I throw the ball over and over again for Mogwai.  We just came in for a diaper change a few minutes ago.  While I checked my email, I realized Ian had gone unusually silent so I spun around looking for him.  I found him behind me, on hands on knees, rubbing his face against the neck of his gigantic stuffed horse.  While rubbing, his eyes kept closing and he’d stagger forward, then jerk back up and start the process over again.  I guess nap time’s coming a little early today, so I’ve transferred this little boy to a giant pillow to sleep away the afternoon.

Early nap

I guess I’d better get lunch ready while little boy is deactivated!

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Ian’s First Easter

Egg HuntEaster came, and has already gone for this year.  Fortunately we didn’t put much thought into planning our Easter festivities this year, or I might have been highly disappointed with the cold, wet, rainy conditions Tennessee experienced.  But planning or no, I’m not about to let a holiday pass by with no celebrating.  So Thursday morning Brinn hauled a clearance Christmas turkey out of our deep freeze and I made a call to Grandma, then sent a text to my cousins.  Friday morning found Brinn, Ian, and I loaded in the jeep with a mountain of food and the puppies.

Our family of five headed to East TN for a day of family, food, and egg coloring.  The first thing we had to do upon arriving was get the bird in the oven.  Usually I like to plan a huge meal for family shin-digs, complete with at least four different side dishes.  This year we kept it simple: fresh fruits and veggies for snacking throughout the day, turkey, dressing, sweet potato casserole, green beans and cranberry sauce.  Grandma makes the best dressing on the planet.  It’s one of the few foods that she ever cooks, but man is it good.  It’s probably the only food she ever makes 100% from scratch.  It starts with a pan of cornbread (made in an iron skillet) at least one day ahead of time so that it can sit out and get a little dry.  I made the cornbread Thursday evening, but as Brinn and I were both coming back from a stomach virus and hadn’t eaten much in days, the smell of that crusty cornbread proved to be overwhelming, and we ate half the skillet…so we had to make another skillet of cornbread later that evening.  After Grandma crumbles all the cornbread up in a bowl, she mixes in all the goodies: celery and onions fried in butter, sage, poultry seasoning, and broth.  Even the broth is homemade.  Grandma takes the giblets from the turkey and cooks a broth off of it to use in the dressing.  The result is out of this world.  We like our dressing firm enough to cut it into squares and eat it more like bread than like a pudding.  No stuffing for this family.

Family egg dyingAfter all the food was prepared and either happily roasting in the oven or simmering on the stove, Ian went down for a nap and it was time to get down to business.  Two dozen plain, boring, hardboiled eggs needed to transform into brightly colored highly decorated Easter eggs.  Brent, Emily, Kristine, Nat, Brinn, Daddy, and I each took a turn at creating hot pink, deep blue, pastel green, and bright yellow eggs with stickers and glitter.  After drying our eggs, it was time to clear the counter and set out the food!

We all ate ourselves silly, and Ian even tried turkey for the first time.  He wasn’t quite sure after the first bite, but he soon changed his mind and started chowing down along with the rest of us.  After gorging on Joy’s Butterfinger pie and Karen’s chocolate cake, we settled in for family conversations and story telling.  Brent told us his great story about his almost/possible encounter with the chupacabra and local sightings of panthers.

After a great afternoon of family and fun, we headed home for a quite Saturday.  The rain Mog's got thisresumed in full force on Sunday, so we spent a quiet Easter inside with ham and hashbrown casserole until the rain slacked off to a drizzle.  Ian’s Grandpa headed outside to hide eggs while we suited Ian up with his John Deere coveralls Uncle Houston had sent him a few weeks earlier and a sweater.  Mogwai also decided to suit up against the chill (for those who follow Mogwai’s tales, he has fallen off the wagon) to come assist with hunting eggs.

Found one!

Two!Ian had no idea why we kept dragging him around the yard when he was content to play in one spot.  Soon he understand the concept of grabbing the brightly colored eggs, but he saw no reason to put them in his Easter bucket Aunt Joy had made for him.  Why put something away that you can carry and chew?

We ended Easter by giving Ian his first taste of chocolate.  Grandpa got him a gigantic chocolate Easter bunny.  Ian found it delightful, and was already to really tuck-in to chowing down, but we limited him to the equivalent of about one M&M’s worth of chocolate.  The rest of us, however, had no problem massacring said bunny.

Ian cleaned up for his first Easter.  Joy made him an adorable Easter pail and filled it full Easter Goodiesof goodies and snacks, Grandpa bought Ian a G.I. Joe Easter basket (complete with a wind up jeep that zooms across the floor), and Ms. Virginia brought Ian a big fluffy bunny.  Despite our relatively quite holiday, I’d consider it a highly succesful first Easter for Ian, with many more to look forward to.

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Wordless Wednesday for April

Playing in the Grass

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First Wordless Wednesday for Spring!

spring!

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Infected Ear

Sliding at the doctorsIan has developed his first ear infection, but he’s such a brave little guy that he’s trying to power through it.  His pediatrician’s office has an indoor jungle gym, and Ian’s making the most of his time spent in the waiting room.

Brinn and I both suffered frequent ear infections as kids, and he even had to have tubes in his ears for it.  Fortunately, the doctor never felt the need to place tubes in my ears, but I do still get earaches easily even now as an adult, making me a huge advocate of wearing hats in even the slightest breeze.

Since Ian’s been down with achy ears, we’ve been trying to keep him inside and out of theThrow down in the Kitchen wind for the last couple of weeks, but that doesn’t always go too well.  Brinn and I argue almost daily about cabinet locks.  He’s in favor of keeping them locked 24/7 to keep Ian out.  I argue that if there’s nothing in the cabinet to hurt Ian, then let him dig through to amuse himself (and distract him from the oven while I’m cooking).  If you can hear canned goods clunking along the floor, you know exactly where Ian is and what he’s doing.  But then Ian found the plastic cutlery and I lost any credibility I had in this argument.  All the cabinets are locked now.

Afternoon snoozeFighting off an infection does take its toll on little boys, and wears them down a bit more quickly than average play will.  While I hate seeing Ian not feel his best, I love when he gets a bit more snuggly.  I’m not sure how well I like his daddy catching pictures of us unaware.

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Wordless Wednesday

Chilling with Daddy

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March’s first Wordless Wednesday

Barn in Progress

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To be loved

It’s a pretty powerful thing to know that you are loved.  I’ve been fortunate throughout my entire life that I’ve always felt appreciated and cherished.  As a child, my parents lavished attention on me, whether it was to praise my accomplishments as I learned to cart-wheel and read, or to curb my insurrections, then as student they encouraged me in my classes, rewarded my grades or pushed me to bring up that B.  My grandmother sat through every horse show and band recital.  Aunt Connie and Uncle Michael attended every birthday party and helped me with tricky musical passages.  Martha, Jennifer, Alanna, Cassie, Megan all shared notes and kept my confidence through the tricky years of middle and highschool.  Joy endured my company on church trips, and drove my weak momentum through shopping trips.  Then Brinn entered my life and showered me with the attention I’d come to expect from all the loved ones in my life.  I’ve never known a time that I didn’t have friends or family to turn to not just when times were stressful, but to share my delights as well.

I wish for Ian to know this love as well.  Self esteem has never been an issue for me, well, Momma and Grandma might argue with that and try to persuade you that my self-esteem is a huge problem for everyone around me, but I have never lacked in confidence.  Having a strong support system helps build strong confidence, and I want Ian to never experience self-doubt or lack of self-worth, as I so often encounter with some friends or students.  With that said, I do hope that he learns humility at an early age to temper his self-worth.

At this point, Ian already has an impressive support system in place to convince him that hecomputer screen is the most fabulous person on the planet today.  His grandpa has his image set as his desktop background at work so that all coworkers will know who is number one with this proud grandpa.

Chaco’s even jumped on the Ian fan club bandwagon.  Normally she is the sweetest, kindest dog to anyone she meets.  To date, Chaco and Ianshe’s never met a stranger.  Anyone is fair game for her strong demands of belly rubs and back scratching.  Last week, however, she growled at a K-mart employee who opened the backdoor of the jeep while Ian was sitting next to her.  Don’t try to mess with her baby!

While there’s no need to state the obvious, I’ll do it anyway.  Ian absolutely holds center court for his parents.  He says jump and Brinn and I ask how high.  We’re going to have to eventually not give in to his every demand, but right now his demands are so simple.  His most significant demand is order us to play!  Not one waking passes that this little boy doesn’t want to spend exploring and playing.  After a recent grocery shopping trip, I emptied a box of new Race Cardiapers into the changing cart in his room, and Brinn decided to put the now empty box to good use and turned it into a rally racing car.  What did this involve?  Just some daddy-power and sound effects.  Brinn pushed Ian all around the living room (my hardwood floors were already fubarred anyway) with some hair pin turns and screeching halts followed by exhilarating take offs.  This attention delighted Ian to no end, and his giggling soon caught Mogwai’s attention who jumped in on the action and began zooming around the living room with them.  His barking and darting had Ian screaming and shrieking with delight.

Even a simple trip to Lowe’s is a source of fun for Ian, so long as he’s allowed to make the Shopping at Lowe'smost of his time spent there.  He can’t be bothered by a clingy parent carrying him through the store, and sitting in the front of the cart is only acceptable if he needs a chow break.  Otherwise this toddler in training needs to be standing in the cart gaining his sea-legs.  So far Ian has refrained from throwing any purchase items out of the cart.

The carts for grain at Tractor Supply Company present a different sort of TSC shoppingchallenge for Ian to master, but he will not be daunted.  If Mommy’s horses need Strategy, then Ian will find a way to enjoy the process of Daddy acquiring the Strategy.  If only Bear and Ghosty could appreciate all the work the goes into their dinner…  Ian loves going on these trips as he knows that he will receive lavish amounts of attention from TSC’s manager, Angie, and other shoppers in the store.  His self-esteem is developing quite nicely.

Aunt Joy has Ian convinced that trips with her are 100% about him and his fun.  She’s already taken him to the Build A Bear place at the mall to create his own bear.  She laughed about how at only 9 months old, he was Ian and Shamrockdetermined to take part in the creation process, and figured out how to mash levers with his knees to help stuff his Bear.

All of these wonderful experiences are not only teaching Ian to value his self-worth, but to become resourceful as well.  Everyone he spends time with gives so much of themselves that he continues to experience so many different approaches to simple every day processes.  I can’t possibly express the gratitude I feel towards all the amazing people involved in Ian’s life who are helping to shape him into the wonderful man he will become.

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In like a lion…

sick and upsetMarch arrived Friday with wind and snow, and a head cold for a little boy.  Ian’s been sniffly and congested again, but fortunately has no fever and not as much congestion as the last cold.  Despite this, he’s still an uncomfortable little boy full of snot who can’t understand why he doesn’t feel good.  Sometimes it’s simply too much and he melts down for a little bit.

Since the weather outside was frightful, Ian’s grandpa came up Saturday to spend the day Snowy Drivewith him.  Grandpa had to drive over the Cumberland Plateau to get to us, and encountered some winter weather along his way.  Fortunately Tennessee typically does a great job keeping the roads salted and cleared through the winter.

While Ian and his Grandpa visited, they put together Ian’s play farm.  It took the boys the better part of the afternoon to put it together, but that could be in part due to Ian snapping parts off just as Grandpa would get them put together.  And Ian kept running off with several of the pieces and hiding them.

Saturday afternoon playWe’re having to keep most of the cabinets locked now.  Not so much to keep Ian from taking items out, but to keep him from stashing his stuff inside the cabinets.  It does save some time when looking for missing items to not have to go through every single cabinet and look inside of dishes and through canned goods.  It makes for a mad little boy, but it’s kind of funny to listen to him growl as he yanks on doors.

Ian is so close to walking these days.  He stands for several seconds now, but rather than trying to take a step forward, he tried to jump.  His balance and strength aren’t quite coordinated enough yet to support that type of movement, but I feel that I’m about to have a toddler running through my life.  I suspect walking will come in like a lion, but I don’t feel it will ever be like a lamb…

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Last Wordless Wednesday for February

Did you say go

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