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. 



Thursday, February 26, 2015

Four Days In Kansas

People take vacation after vacation to experience the different climates and activities we did, in Kansas, in four days. 


Saturday, we enjoyed a ride and the beautiful day. We only wore light jackets. 



Sunday, we stayed warm and helped others do the same. We even thawed out a frozen calf. Josie was the perfect nurse. She brushed her; blow dried her; painted her hooves; and fed her. 


She even donated my robe to her. 



Monday, we enjoyed the snow day and went sledding. 

Tuesday, we went mudding. 




Wednesday, February 18, 2015

40 Days & 40 Nights In 40 Minutes

Forty Minute Observations of Ash Wednesday Mass

Holding Chaney for forty minutes is the equivalent to being mauled by a toothless wolverine. Why isn't she cuddly?  Two other women tried to hold her and cuddle. They were defeated by the squirming, wiggling, grunting mass. 

Next time I bring all four kids to church by myself, I am going to pretend I am Tinker Bell and scatter them about like Pixie Dust.  "Oh, look at you sitting by yourself. You are all ready to enjoy Mass and feel the connection. Have a creepy country kid, instead. This one is "sooooo hungry". 

Ash Wednesday brought a whole new batch of questions to church going. 

Josie:   Mom!   Seriously, does my head look like yours?  What about Chaney?!?  That black stuff is all over her nose. Why ashes?  Give me a baby wipe. I have to clean that kid (Chaney) up. He just got it everywhere. I am still not giving up being naughty for Lents. 

Makenna:  I love this. I want to keep it all week. No baths for me. I am still super hungry. 

Degnan:  We do this every year. Why don't you ever remember it?  I can shower when we get home, right?

And there you have it. I may not have done the equivalent of forty days and forty nights in the desert like Jesus. But, it sure felt like it. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Creepy Country Kid Argument of the Day

"Jesus died to save us from our sins!"


"Nuh uh, He died so we could go to Heaven."


"You're both wrong. He died so we could be nicer people. It's not even working on you."


Someone needs to tell them they all have the right idea. It isn't going to be me. I learned long ago not to argue about religion.