May 30, 2009
May 26, 2009
Please, Please, Please can you bring me where there is fresh grass and lots of room to roam?
Rebecca, you just tell me which way to go and I'll oblige (that's the way it went right Rebecca?)
I wish these humans would hurry up and stop talking so we could get on that trailer :)
Humans, could you please get with the program.
I WANT SOME GRASS!
Mama.....Mama, do I have to go on that big scary trailer? Could I please just stay here with Jennifer, she's so nice to me!
Forward march. The sooner we get on, the sooner we will get to our green paradise.
Left, left, left, right, left......left, left
Bye Bye little girl, come visit us sometime.
Ya Josh, make sure you latch that tight. It wouldn't be a pretty sight if we fell out.
Goodbye stale hay bales, green pasture here we come.
Hey, does anyone want to play the alphabet game?
Can it really be. Are we really here? Now if I could just get up the courage to jump off this thing...I know I can, I did it last year. Come on Junior...One, two, three....JUMP!
Mama, it's just like you said....green everywhere and lots of room to run. Let's go explore!
Whoa Junior, wait for me. I'm not a spring chicken anymore you know.....Oh wait.....I'm a cow!
All done until fall. Thank you Pauls family for bringing us to our summer home. Don't forget to come and visit.
Awww..We are going to miss that sweet little thing :)
May 25, 2009
May 23, 2009
May 22, 2009
May 21, 2009
Having 4 boys ranging in ages of 10yrs. -5 yrs. can sometimes be a real challenge. 1 boy has LOTS of energy. Times that by 4 and you have LOTS, LOTS, LOTS and LOTS of energy. Too many times I complain about all their energy and I fail to be thankful and rise to the challenge of putting that energy into something that is constructive.And talking about energy, I can see by watching my dear husband that this energy will come in very handy when my boys have a family (Lord willing) to provide for. Mark has been working very hard putting in the crops the last few days. I couldn't keep going like he is. Thank God for his energy. Thank you God for my boys energy!
For several days we have been clearing some bushes of dead branches, trees and such. The other evening the girls were busy at other tasks so I had the 4 boys with me. They got, as they sometimes do, in the 'we are mommy's best helpers' mode. And they were amazing little helpers, picking up load after load of leaves and branches.
My little boys like to help and protect their momma. And I have been noticing since Mark has been in the field a lot these days, the boys have kicked it up a gear. They are looking for ways to help me. When I am ready to do something difficult or lift something heavy they say. "I'll do that Momma". We didn't train them to do this specifically. But we have trained them to see when others are in need and help them, to be kind and loving. This has been coupled with the God given 'desire' to protect woman. I am so thankful for my 'little men' and their willingness to help. We have our moments and our days where it seems that all the training has 'went out the window', but then we have many moments like the past few days where they rise up to the occasion and bless my socks off.
If you have little boys give them and extra special hug today and thank God for their energy! Pray that God will give you wisdom to direct their energy to shape them into the person that God wants them to be. Whether that is a husband, daddy, friend, employee....
Well I must be off to spend some more 'quality time' with my boys checking and setting mole traps :)
May 20, 2009
May 18, 2009
From left to right: Megan (finally out from behind the camera),
Penner's cousin Elena, Rita and Kerri.
And on top is Ruth
There was much more that we saw..... A petting zoo, Barrel racing (my favorite :), Super dogs, 6 horse hitch, and much more.
Congratulations to Amanda
To all the rest you I encourage you to visit Amanda's blog.
She makes the most amazing cakes.
And thanks to those who guessed.
You are all way to smart :)
You'll get a chance to guess again on our next Secret Saturday.