The latest craze:

Stretchy, multicolored bracelets in different shapes and sizes. Perfect for trading with your friends. Why didn’t I think of it???
The latest craze:

Stretchy, multicolored bracelets in different shapes and sizes. Perfect for trading with your friends. Why didn’t I think of it???
I’ve been going through this devotional book with Savannah and we both really love it.
Tonight we discussed the story of Mary and Martha. Two sisters who invited Jesus into their home. Martha handled all the preparations herself while Mary sat at the feet of Jesus. Finally, completely frustrated, Martha asks Jesus to speak up on her behalf and is suprised when she hears Jesus say that Mary has chosen what is best.
I was curious about Savannah’s take on the story because she is enough like me to always be concerned with what has to be done. So much so, that we lose focus on what’s really important. When I asked her what that story meant to her and how could she apply what she learned in her life, she replied:
“I think it means that the next time you ask me to do homework in the afternoon I can tell you that I’m choosing to go and be with Jesus and you can’t say anything because that’s the better choice.”
Soft, oversized blanket? $20.00
Bowl full of grapes? $4.00
New copy of Charlotte’s Web? Free from a family at church
Throwing the blanket under a shady oak tree, snacking on grapes with my 7 year old daughter while lying on our bellies reading a childhood classic? PRICELESS
My sister came over last night for dinner. Since we’re still staying at my father-in-laws, Papa was talking about the farm events of the day. Turns out there was a cow he was expecting to deliver her calf very soon, so after the dishes were cleared, we all headed out to the pasture to see if we could catch a glimpse of the new baby.
It wasn’t long before we spotted Mama cow. She hadn’t delivered yet so we left her alone and kept riding around. Pretty soon Savannah saw this:

Isn’t she a cutie? And she let us get pretty dang close too, before she took off, jumping this way and that with those skinny little legs.
And speaking of the opposite of skinny little legs:

I know it looks as if my sister is pointing to my pasty white thighs, reminding me never to wear shorts again! But look a tad bit lower at the green goo covering her toes. Ha ha! I took it easy with her on the back of my 4 wheeler for most of the night, but at one point I decided to race Jeremy and Emery. As I sped through the field, I hit a cow pie and she got, well, initiated. LOL!
We sure laughed about that one. I heard talk of paybacks and threats of “flicking it” in Savannah’s direction, but it was all in good fun. I’m not sure how long we rode around hoping to eventually catch a glimpse of that calf being born. Unfortunately, Papa said that since it was her first birth, it might be a while. We headed back to the house, but not before I captured my favorite little calf and his Mama:

I heard Papa heading out early this morning and I knew he was going to check on the cow from last night. When he got back I asked how she was and he shook his head. During the night, she tried to deliver the calf, but it got stuck halfway out and suffocated. She was still alive but they had to get the calf out. Apparently the guys who work here tried everything they knew, but a vet had to be called in.
I went outside with the kids after breakfast and while they played I could hear that poor cow off in the distance moaning. It was so pitiful. I really felt bad for her. The kids were asking Papa tons of questions and he did his best to be honest, but not too graphic.
A little while later, Savannah came up to me with this picture. And while I knew the situation itself was not funny, her details of it cracked me up!

Notice the vet racing to Papa’s rescue as his eyes are bugging out of his head and the calf is hanging out of the Mama cow while she “Mooo’s” loudly. My daughter is either very creative or very disturbed! :)
I got my hair cut Friday and tonight as I was tucking Savannah into bed she started looking at me funny. Then she says, “Hey mom? Have you noticed how well I’ve been listening lately? And how I’m doing so many things with my initiative?”
“Yes, actually I have noticed.”
“Do you know why???”
“Well, I thought you were just being obedient. Is there another reason?”
“Yes. It’s your bangs.”
“My bangs?”
“Uh-huh. Ever since you cut your hair and Ms Courtney gave you bangs, I think you look like a teenager. Like a babysitter. I’m always a better listener for a babysitter.”
(Where was this in the parenting handbook? If I’d had known it was that simple, I’d have asked Courtney to cut me some bangs a long time ago!)