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This kid couldn’t act more like his father if he tried. I’m married to Clay and raising him at the same time.
Ike’s brain is always working, thinking about things and coming up with solutions for problems and then asking 400,000 questions about whatever it is that he’s trying to figure out in his head.
He is my child that people fall in love with and want to keep. He’s gentle and loving and laid back. He acts like an old man and dresses like one too.
He’s absent minded and loses his shoes and forgets his homework folder at least twice a week, but he remembers events and is constantly reminding me of where he needs to be and when he needs to be there and, “Please don’t forget to buy a present for that birthday party like you did last time Mom”. He worries about deadlines and loves to check off days on his calendar. When he breaks a toy it devastates him and he breaks almost all of his toys. He’s my only child that replaces the batteries in his toys, he usually steals the batteries out of the TV remote. He gets more food on his face and clothes than he does in his mouth. After one hour at school he looks like he’s been stranded in the wilderness for a month. He has a hard time not messing with things and frequently spills, breaks, burns, or messes up whatever I’m doing because he just can’t help but get into it. He never plays games the way they are meant to be played, he writes his own rules….but if you give him a set of rules he will follow them until the end of time.
He’s one of my favorite kids and he drives me insane, but I love him anyway.
And one more thing………
He looked like this as a toddler. Oh, my goodness, where did that tiny baby go?
That mommy camel and I, we are both hoping that summer comes soon so we can shed some extra baggage. She is looking a bit haggard gazing off into the distance with her little one by her side wondering what she should do next; feed the kid, clean, laundry, work, finish a project…okay just stare into the distance, that’s really the best thing.
I think I’ve discovered that three is my limit for everything. Once I exceed three I’m toast. I find myself saying, “Oh CRAP! I forgot about that !” a lot these days. A lot.
I just hope I can get past May 15th, which is the final track meet of the season, without completely losing my mind.
I’m way behind on farm stuff and that makes me sad, so sad that I’m starting to panic a bit, so….might as well make a list.
Spring Panic List
1. Get the dad gum frickin’ garden planted!
2. Find two blasted pigs!
3. Mow..mow…and then mow again and then rake up all the gosh darn clippings!
4. April, you can’t raise meat chickens if you don’t go get them!!!
5. The orchard…remember how you were going to treat the orchard this year?
6. The bees…why Clay? Why did we get bees?
7. The porch, it’s rotting. Will we start that project before or after somebody falls through and breaks a hip?
Oh, gosh, I have to stop before I have a nervous break down and I just realized I have one hour to take a shower, clean my house for company tonight, go to the store and get to school to sub in a classroom. It’s all good right? Right? RIGHT?
One day at a time.
First let me apologize to any of you that have sent me an email about chicken doctoring and I haven’t answered it…or even worse, it took me a month to respond. Yikes! I hope all those chickens are doing okay out there. I really am sorry about not getting to your questions.
I’d also like to take this moment to personally apologize to my own flock of chickens. I’ve discovered that I’m a fair weather farmer and I don’t love the chickens nearly as much when the temperature dips below 56 degrees. Which is precisely the reason my husband continues to refuse the purchase of a milk cow for me. He knows I’ll love that cow until the first freeze and then I’ll let it out to pasture, smack it on the butt and say, “See you when the daffodils bloom! Good luck! I’ll be wrapped in a blanket drinking hot coffee inside my house…if you need anything, uhhh, well, GOOD LUCK!”
I make my children feed and water the chickens in the winter. I know, I’m a genius.
Okay, since I’m shirking my duties as the resident Chicken Doctor, I thought I’d let you take over for me. Here’s a question that I never answered from Marla. Can any of you help a chicken? Let’s hear some advice for this poor clucker.
Have you ever had a chicken that was egg-bound? We have a little hen (just hatched last August, started laying in January) that’s been acting weird now for 2 days. She sits down on the floor a lot and doesn’t seem to want to walk around. I looked on-line for being egg-bound, but her symptoms don’t seem to match it 100%. She does this strange thing with her chest…kind of makes me think of when a dog is about to barf…how they kind of heave. I know that sounds weird. She doesn’t have her mouth open, she just keeps making this repetitive motion & it started yesterday. We’ve felt her stomach like the on-line sources say to do, to see if we can feel an egg, but my husband feels nothing. Her rear-end is “flexing”, though, which really makes me wonder.
Now, this afternoon, my husband says her comb is bleeding, so obviously the other ones are picking on her. Any ideas???
Marla
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