Thursday, April 23, 2015

Chaney the "Kid"

Chaney has progressed to creepy country kid in quick fashion. She had a different spin on the "kid" part. 

Degnan informed me she is just like a goat. My aversion to goats made me question why in the world he would call his sister a goat. He looked at me and said, "She's up on everything she's not supposed to be. She eats stuff she's not supposed to. She makes weird noises. Sounds like a goat to me."  I had to admit he had a point. She is like a kid goat. 

Further proof of creepy country "kid" behavior:

See these age and developmentally appropriate baby toys?


Guess which ones Chaney plays with. The piano that makes noise?  The chewy stuff for her gums?

Nope. She plays with a piggin' string, fence insulators and a piece of leather. 

That's my creepy country "kid". 

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Makenna Has Taste

This is our quiet kid.  Makenna doesn't say a lot but when she does ... it is GOOD!!  Lately, she has been on top of her game. 

She came home from school and shared with me that a few of her girlfriends think a boy in their class is cute.  I asked her what she thought.  "Well, I guess but he isn't even nice.  It's hard to be cute when you can't be nice.  Jerk face."  She followed it with a simple raise of her shoulders and went off to play.

The best thing she has come up with (other than sawing this stump off so she'd have a good chair), came at the expense of her daddy.  Austin took her with him to put up hot wire for cattle.  It's no secret that Austin HATES electricity.  In true brave father fashion, he always has the kids check the wire to see if it is hot.  Yes, he encourages his kids to electrocute themselves.  Don't feel too bad for them.  They love it.  Makenna got the job, last night.  She talked a little smack to Daddy before touching it.  She grabbed the wire and got popped.  Austin smarted off to her about not being as tough as she thought she was.  She quickly put him in his place by saying, "Hey, I may have jumped but I am tougher than you.  If you were my boyfriend, I'd have to dump you for being a wimp!"

I am not as worried about her dating as I was before.  She has taste.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

What's Going On?

What's going on at our house?  Lots of the same ol same ol and a little new. 

We have a new cat. It's our very first house cat. Austin has had a house cat as a child. The rest of us are newbies. Andy is being kind to us and breaking us in gently. He is a Ragdoll. One of the main traits of this breed is extreme patience. Man does he need it. Between the constant activity of our house, the being carted around by the girls and Chaney's obsession with pulling his tail, the cat probably still needs Xanax. I actually enjoy him. His hair?  Not so much. I control it by vacuuming him often. He doesn't love it but he doesn't attack me so I think we've reached a compromise.  The kids are keeping their promise to keep the "glitter box" clean.  

Buddy is back!  The creepy country kids sure are happy to have their Buddy home. 

With Buddy's return, comes Thunder. 

I am guessing Thunder misses Arizona. 

In Arizona, no one rode him. 

In Arizona, he was just a cute pony working for treats. 

Chanry is ready to ride. 

We celebrated Degnan's birthday. 

The Happy Toy Maker helped us have a happy birthday boy. 

Degnan also got a "goat" for his birthday.  This one can come in the house and takes all the abuse you can give. I had to admit to Austin that even I am tying it every once in awhile. He admitted he is doing the same. 

I was hoping the fake goat would be enough. Nope, we had to get a real one. It's already escaped once and it head butts the dogs. It had better stay away from me. I have a bigger bite than those dogs. 

We are loving the warm temps and staying outside later. Honestly, we would all be fine if school was out April 1st. I suppose we can wait another month but we don't have to like it. 

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Eight Years in Eight Minutes

Birthdays are a day you look forward to and your mom silently dreads. Degnan is eight today. How in the world did it happen so quickly? It feels like right years went by like eight minutes. 

I woke him up this morning and said "Happy birthday big eight year old!"

He said, "I wish I was two so I could stay home with you."

I bet this is the last birthday that staying home with mommy will even cross his mom. Pretty soon, I will be Mom only and he will be way too busy to hang with me. All I know, is I am soaking up the last bits of little boy he has. 

For those of you noticing this is mostly about my feelings on him turning eight, you are right.  I haven't had a chance to ask him about his feelings. Plus, I am not allowed to get all mushy to him anymore. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Holy Moly: A One Act Play

Scene:  Driving down Main Street with Josie. Drive past the funeral home where people are entering. 

Josie:  Do those people live there?
Me:  No. That's the funeral home. 
Josie:  What's a funeral home?
Me:  That's where people go when they die.
Josie:  HOLY MOLY!!  Is that Heaven?

I must learn to think like a Creepy Country Kid before I answer their questions. 

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Creepy Country Walk

It was a beautiful day in Rural Life Wife land. Sun shining. No wind. I suggested we take a walk for some exercise. To my surprise, Austin agreed. 

I should have known something was up. Austin isn't big on exercising. 

This is his version of exercising. Double stroller. Boots. Two beers for the road. 

Degnan opted out of walking, as well. 

He opted in on mudding in the go-kart. 

Makenna took a slightly cleaner turn. 

Josie took a shoeless turn. We have no idea why she thought barefoot was the way to go. 

As the sun began to set, Degnan realized wet and muddy clothes could be a but chilly. Lucky for him, his mom gave him the shirt off her back and a piggy back ride. 

Even the horses found our walk entertaining. 

Who knew so much could happen in a mile?  Next time, Chaney and I are sneaking out on our own. She is the only one who seems to really want to exercise. 

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Church Redirection

I had to take Josie out of church for some redirection, this morning. My redirection of choice was cut short upon almost running over a brand new mom holding her brand new baby. It didn't seem right to spank Josie in front of a mom who is still basking in maternal glow. Plus, the new mom is a teacher and therefore, a mandatory reporter. I settled for a few threats and my scary voice. As we settled back into the pew.She looked up at me and said "So, should I be bein' good here?"  I looked at her and said, "Yes, that's the goal."  She muttered, "Well, no one told me that before we started this."

I love that girl even while I am pulling my hair out.