As I sat rocking my nearly 1 year old baby girl, taking in the scent of Cinnamon Maple lil' crunchies, I was reminded of how long we waited for her. How we tried and tried for her. And even when we had medical help it still took 3 times. And though she was conceived in a little dish, she was conceived with so much love. I can't begin to understand why we had so much trouble, why God does things the way He does. I don't know why wonderful Christian people, and just people in general struggle to conceive when that's the one desire of their heart. I know it was mine. But I do know that Gods' ways are above our ways. He gave us the most wonderful baby I could ever imagine. He gave us our little Lilly Claire, a wonderful combination of the two of us. I can't believe it's almost been a year, though it seems like a lifetime of trying and Meds and shots and doctors appointments. But you forget all that when you look into the face of our beautiful miracle baby. I became whole the day she was born. No one can truly convey the way you feel the moment you see that baby for the first time. My life has continued to become more rich every single day that I have spent with Lilly. Thank you Jesus for everything you have given me and for loving us all so much!
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Among all the craziness that has been our life, we made some time to go on a vacation this summer. We went with Stephen's two best friends and their wives. Colorado is beautiful in August. We had a really great time. It is now December and I shouldn't even be posting this. I would do it a little better if it weren't 4 months later.
I'm simply going to bypass the fact that it has been 3 months since I have blogged. We have had a busy summer and gone through a lot of stuff. Stuff I hope to get to blog about one day. But for today I just want to say Happy 4 year Anniversary to my husband, the greatest man on Earth. I can 't believe it's been 4 years. It seems like much longer and much shorter all at the same time. That was the best decision either of us ever made. We finally began to be who we really were once we were married. It has been 4 great years, with ups and downs, but everything is easier when you are with the one you love. When you are with "your lobster!" For all you Freinds fans. October 7th, 2006 was the best day of my life. We have been blessed everyday since the day we said "I do." We got to move to the farm and start an amazing life here. Stephen got to finally get his very own cows, and someone to take care of them. That's me. I found out that I LOVE living on a farm and taking care of cows, which is a very good thing! Stephen is so many things that make me a very lucky woman. He is....................................................
1. Adorably cute, with fantastic blue eyes 2. Funny, in so many ways 3. He loves Jesus and his mother 4. He doesn't know a stranger, he can talk to anyone 5. He is amazingly smart, and loves his job and is very good at it. 6. He literally knows something about everything. That is not an exaggeration. 7. He is thoughtful when no one is looking. 8. He can make up some amazing songs. Keeps me laughing the whole time. 9. He waited 10 years for me. 10. He's the only person I could have ever married! We were meant to be, and that is a pretty good feeling!!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABE! Thank you for making me the luckiest girl in the world. Give me 4 more years and maybe I will do everything just the way you like. I am trying. I love you and I think you are wonderful! COWGIRL UP! Well, I'm back. I'm looking through my pictures to see what has happened since my last post, and it's mostly sad. Not entirely, but more than I'd like. We sent our 2 steers to the butcher, which is sad for me only (bc everyone else just can't wait to eat him), and we lost a calf. We also hayed the place, which for some reason, I find fascinating. Not to mention that my calves are growing up too fast. Stephen and I named the heifer calves last night, that was fun. I should just talk less and speak with pictures, my pictures are much better than my words. I think I need a vacation. Somewhere that is not 92, feels like 108, and 67% humidity. Now that is hot folks. Also, we put babies into 6 of our mama cows, so that is a good thing. More babies!!!
His name was Copper. That is what our niece, Ella, named him.He was fine for a week, and one day before work, Stephen went to check on him. He called me and said he thought we were losing him. His dad came out and they gave him all the medicine they could. They had to leave, so I stayed with him for 3 hours, rubbing on him and praying and singing. Not to mention crying. When I knew he was starting to go, it was one of the worst things I had ever been a part of. Stephen told me to try giving him mouth to mouth with some equipment we had. I tried it, but it just wasn't working. He was struggling to breath and it was so hard to watch. I laid my hand on his chest and just talked to him, as his heart stopped beating. I never thought I would experience anything like that, and I hope I never have to again. We had baby #11. our last baby until October. He is a baby to my baby, T.T.!! He looks just like him. The cutest face I've ever seen. T.T. was my first baby, and I loved him the most, because he was my first experience with Charolais. I didn't know a calf could be so sweet.
We also got Buck back, the horse on the right. He has been getting used everyday by a friend of Stephen's. He says he is a wonderful horse. He is a good boy, but I still haven't been on him since he has been home. Today is Sahara's 2nd birthday. The horse on the left. Also, my baby, since she was born here and I have loved her everyday of her life. Hopefully she will soon start her training so that I can ride her in the near future. I am so excited. There is more, of course, but I a going to end this one for the day.
Let me start by saying, if you don't know already, 5 1/2 year olds have a lot of energy. 32 year olds, not as much. This weekend I thought that is would be nice, and fun to watch my niece while her parents were out of town. When I told Stephen, I think his exact words were, "No...uh, no. I don't think so." "I have never spent the night with a kid before." So, anyway, here's how it went. Saturday morning we all met up at Stephen's folks for a marvelous breakfast. Thanks for the idea Angela. It was yummy to my tummy and really has nothing to do with my weekend with Ella, but it was so good I wanted to talk about it anyway. Stephen needed to go to work, so I ran home and fed everything. Around 12 I went back and picked Ella up. Our first stop was the Cowboy Trade Day right by our house. Last year it was fabulous. There were so many vendors and so much cool stuff. This time, not so much. They weather was sort of messy so I guess a lot of people decided just not to chance it. I was so looking forward to it, it was very disappointing. We walked around to each vendor, it didn't take long. Of course, I found 4 belt buckles, I am slightly obsessed. Now Ella, she found something too, a toy. Really, how did she find a toy in all that cowboy stuff? Because she is amazing. At the trade day, she tricked my into getting her a pop, or so she thinks. Also, she used a port a potty. I'm fairly certain it was her first time, and she was not impressed. I thought we were going to have a melt down right there in that box of germs. She kept yelling, "Flush it, flush it!" I told her I couldn't, just don't look. I started to tell her that I was going to tell her mother how funny it was, but all I got out was, "I'm going to tell your mother....." She said, "NO, don't tell her!" She wanted this disgusting new event, to be a secret. I really didn't blame her. Now, her main priorities were working at the farm and riding the "motor," aka the 4 wheeler. When we got home it was misting a little, but she required a ride on the motor. We took one, we got wet. She loved every second of it. Then she told on me for getting her wet. Honestly, she told on me a lot. Oh well. After the motor ride I convinced her to come inside for a bit of a rest. We played with her new toy, and the toys that are at our house for the kids, plus some of her toys. My house was overrun with toys. This child has the best imagination ever. If all she has is 2 rocks, she can make up a story with them. I've seen it done. Kids ask like 40,000 questions a day. Really, they do. Why does the train go by? "Why are you doing that to the cow?" Why can't we go outside?" "Why don't you have any popsicles?" "What is this?" "Why can't I touch it?" You answer. They say, "why?" No matter your answer to the first question, they always want to know," but why?" This is where Stephen would have come in handy, he knows everything about everything. Once Stephen did come home we rested and then fed the animals. We had a cow that we needed to milk out because the baby wasn't getting on all 4 quarters. For this, Ella had to sit in a chair and be still. Easier said than done. She did stay there but kept yelling out, "Is everything alright in there?" "What are you doing to that mama cow?" I was cracking up. After all of this we ran by Stephens' folks house before heading to the store for some milk and popsicles. After a long day, I got to go to bed at a decent time, because that's when 5 1/2 year olds go to bed. ( : Sunday morning Ella woke up ready for a motor ride and working on the farm. Stephen made us breakfast and Ella loved it. After feeding and some playing around we took her to Stephens' folks so she could go with her dad's family to an event. It was a nice little break for us, but I missed her. If I would let her, I think she could keep me young! When we got her back around 6:30 she asked me if it was time for bed. I should have said yes. We were both tired from all the fun we'd been having. After a good nights sleep, we woke up ready to go. Stephen was heading out the door and Ella asked, "What about my eggs!" She was worried that with Stephen gone, who would make her eggs. I can make eggs too, not as good, but I am capable of it. I explained what a busy morning we were going to have and how she was going to have to be very well behaved. I told her we were going to have to get a stool sample from one of the calves and take it to the vet. To that she replied, "Whew, I thought I was going to have to milk that cow!" That is why I love her, you never know what is going to come out of her mouth. When we got on the 4 wheeler to head down to the barn she screamed out, "Let's go get that baby poop!" As we waited for the calf to go to the bathroom she sang a little song, and prayed that the baby would go to the bathroom. She couldn't believe how long it was taking. Once we got it we took it to the vet where, as usual, she had a million questions. I am very proud of how well behaved she was. After that we had to go to the feed store. I bought her a cute little pink shirt with a pony on it, I just can't help myself. I want to dress her up in cowgirl clothes all the time! She's my little doll. The rest of the day we rode the 4 wheeler, alot. I pushed her on the tire swing. We did some sweeping. Fed the Sahara some treats. Rode the motor some more, and so on and so forth. As the day went on, the more tired we both were. There are so many options at the farm that there is no time to slow down. I decided it was time to go to Mimi's. We had a fabulous time together, and I loved every second of it. It puts having kids in perspective though. They are time consuming and so full of life. I totally admire all the mom's out there. It's hard work, you all are awesome. Can't wait to spend more time with Ella. Can't wait.
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AuthorI'm married to a fabulous man who is good at everything. He is all that I am not, and that makes him perfect. I was happy to learn I was a cowgirl in a city girl's body. If you have a cow manure problem, I'm your answer. I am addicted to Taco Bueno. I love taking pictures. Archives
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