Saturday, January 24, 2009
Well since I completely grossed everyone out with the whole mechanical chicken ordeal. I figured I might redeem myself by showing you a cutie picture of my baby. He will argue that he not no longer a baby but a man- well a 9 year old man to be sure, but a man in his eyes. To me his sappy sentimental mother he will always be a baby as well as my 15, and 14 year old.
Speaking of the 14 and 15 year old - dear mom is having complex issues on facing reality that they are growing up. They have been hunting and working cattle most of their life with their dad, but now they are venturing out on their own to go coon, coyote, and basically roaming the mountains at night with their teenage buddies most of the weekend nights. I know this summer this will probably become a nightly routine. But for me I always think of bear, coyotes, Sasquatch - well you get the picture. If their is something that can go wrong I can probably imagine it. Weird I know. But Thane has this amazing ability to calm my fears - telling me they are growing up and reminding me that they will be fine and said they will be home before midnight- knowing full well that I can not stay up past 11pm no matter how hard I try. He is more of a night owl and can sit up and wait for them - while mother of the year here is tucked in bed snoring up a storm.
Kinda ironic that I can worry myself into a frazzle and then with five minutes of laying down on the couch or laying in the bed I am out cold turkey. Told you I was weird!
On a lighter note - we had another calf born yesterday that is doing fine. I haven't been down to get pictures yet, but when I do I will do a post on him. They are sooo cute when they are first born.
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