Holiday Weekend Preparation

Holiday time!  Time to get ready and did we get ready!  We have big plans for this holiday weekend and luckily (and rather unusually) Steve has a lot of time off so he was able to help us get ready!

We started yesterday with our annual strawberry picking and I can’t wait to make so many yummy, dairy free treats!

L picked her very own bucket without complaint while H, who skipped nap, stole my strawberries and declared them to be her own; weasel.

Last year I posted pictures of each year and while they have grown so much their sloppy strawberry eating has not!

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When we got home, I cut my peonies which are making a comeback.  We moved my plants two years ago and I didn’t think they were going to make it.  For years I would get anywhere from 250 blooms to 300 blooms.  We had peonies in every room!  The neighbors had peonies, my friends had peonies, if you stopped by you got a vase full of them.  Now I only get about 50 but I’ll take that over zero.

They are so beautiful but don’t last long so you have to enjoy them while they’re hot!  And just look at these beauties!

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While I was doing that the girls helped Steve mow the lawn and clean the lawnmower.

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Lastly, and my favorite part, was letting them decorate!

Oh my Lordy!  There is nothing better than what a child thinks is party ready!

The girls are super excited because Uncle Joe is coming to visit and he was in the Navy.  I explained to the girls all about Memorial Day and even though Uncle Joe (and Pop- our veterans) are still alive, they are still proud to show him their decorating!

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We have a weekend full of fun including beach time, bbq time, and my favorite, relaxing with some of my favorite people!

I can’t wait to visit all my favorite bloggers next week since I am taking a mini social media break in honor of our Men and Women.

What exciting plans do you have?

Little by Little

Fertility Friday 30- Opening the Door Again

The last Fertility Friday Post I wrote was September 28, 2012 and it was a farewell.  Who’s a liar?  I’m a liar.  I thought I shut this stupid door but I guess I forgot to lock it.  I had been itching so badly for a baby that I finally put together, in my head, a strong proposal of about 11 points of why we should give it one more shot.

I spent weeks,  with nervous energy as I thought and prayed and thought and prayed and finally decided I just need to talk to him; after all he is my husband and I kinda need him if I want this to happen.  So anxiously I waited at the kitchen counter until he finally arrived home.

I looked at him and said” Steve, I want another baby.”

Completely prepped and ready for a big NO to follow, I was greeted with, “me too.”

He just looked at me and waited.  I just looked at him and waited.

Finally I said, “Really?”

He said, ” yes, I’ve always wanted more kids.”

Me, “What about the money?”

Steve, “we’re not getting out of debt any time soon so what’s another 15 grand on top of it.”

Me, “well then….my appointment is on March 4th,” (Yes, you see I did already have it set up; just in case. )

And there you have it.  We started another wild adventure full of uncertainty and fear but with a conclusion that could be astounding.

My Mother told me I am the richest person she knows and I couldn’t agree more when I look around.

My dear friend told me if I could solve my problems with money then I don’t have any problems.  This is true except in the case when insurance doesn’t cover your infertility problems.

These two comments couldn’t have come at a better time.  So by and by all of this is wonderful advice and the road to babydom is on its way….

Just Making Sausage

If you have been here before then you might have heard me talk about Jamatoca Farm or The Farm.  It is one of my favorite places ever.   The Farm belongs to my sister’s in-laws who, quite frankly, are my in-laws and my poor kids call them Grand-mom and Grand-pop because they think that is who they are!

The Farm hosts many fun events but in my husband’s eyes nothing can top Sausage.  It’s an annual fall event where the men spend the morning making fresh sausage, from scratch, the woman hang out inside cooking, kinda, and everyone drinks, oh except the kids…or so we believe.

Many years ago, pre-kids and pre-premature aging, we used to spend the entire day there partying away into the wee hours of the night.  Riding four wheelers, kicking cans, singing Merle Haggard (and thinking we could) into broom sticks, all while thinking the world has stopped just for these sweet moments only to wake up crying because your body literally has shriveled up and died a little.

Steve looks so forward to this occasion that we have declared it a holiday in our home and I joke telling him we should start exchanging gifts.  He misses any and every event including work; yes work is an event we hate in this house.

I can’t really describe this event so let’s see if a picture show will help.

We will start with the innocent activities of the kiddos before we get into slaughtered hog…pig I mean…not as in cop but as in meat…not hot cop either just moo.

what a beautiful view

A sunset walk

We love the USA!

A little swing anyone?

Golf not your thing? what about a tree climb?

See what is better than a day at The Farm.  It’s good for the soul, and it toughens the kids up; I don’t want no sissy kids!  Now onto the good stuff:

We take this seriously people!

If you use a red solo cup at least be fancy about it

The MAN

Years of recipes scattered about

The girls had fun investigating this before running off to play in the dog kennel; such ladies

Ewwwww look at all that meat!

And after….sausage links. They made patties as well. Can’t beat fresh!

The girls love this place and these people!  They are kind and loving.  They learn a little more about life every time they go out there and we love it!  I”ll over hear the girls talking about making sausage at The Farm and one will play Grand-mom while the other will play Grand-pop.

They crack me up but one thing I am very proud of is how kind the girls have become.  Mr. C is in a wheel chair and the girls have been a little frightened of that.  It upsets me because I don’t know how to make them understand that he is the same man he was before but he just needs a little help now.

H would tease him from a distance and when it was time to go she ran right up to him and hugged him.  I was so proud and realized that they just need time to understand all the things we already do.  It’s things like that, that let me know somehow we are doing it right.

 

 

 

What Family is to Me

I just stole this from a friend’s Facebook page.  I love it!  My blood family is amazing and I would do anything for every single one of them.  I feel the same way about my husband, most of his family and many of our friends.

Growing up I thought all families were like mine.  We were (are) tight and tough, loving and kind; together no matter what.  I thought this because that is what my parents showed us.  That didn’t say it they actually showed us.

There are loved ones in my life who stick by their family because that is what they are “supposed” to do or are told to do.  I have found, the hard way, that just because someone is blood that does not make them your family. 

Family is love.  Family is being there no matter what.  Family is seeing the good.  Family is seeing you for you.  Family is not competitive.  Family is not deceitful.  Family is not jealous.   Family is not convenient.

I was naïve well into my adult years thinking that I would marry my man and both our families would come together for the holidays or special occasions and we would all get along.  I thought every family was like mine.  I never thought my children would only know my parents as their grandparents.  I never thought they wouldn’t know all their cousins.  I thought we would all be family.

We are fulfilled as a family but that is because we finally know what family is.  Family is what will get us through our tough times.  Family is our happy times.  My family is love not blood.

What is your family?