From the Barnyard
Happy Friday everyone! I have had a fun day playing with horses and puppies. Does life get any better than that?! I just need to have a little Friday Friday ride and everything would be right with the world!
(From March 15, 2012)
It was a lovely Wednesday evening. It is always a lovely Wednesday evening when Billie, Richellena and Freedom come for a visit. It is a lovely anyday evening when Billie, Richellena and Freedom come to visit.
Billie, Richellena and Freedom, The Girls, are our extended family. They live a mile or so down the highway and ride their horses over to our place. We always have so much fun! We play with ponies, we play with puppies, we make rice crispy treats (from Scratch, they didn’t even know you could do that! But everyone agrees it is the ONLY way to go!) It doesn’t matter that we have to do chores, or that there is often times bedroom cleaning involved, when we get together with The Girls we always have so much fun!
Yesterday was especially fun! The weather is just warming enough to make the evenings comfortable and everyone wanted to be outside!
The kids caught both little ponies.
Oh yeah, did I tell you we bought another little pony for the little cowgirl to train? His name is Froggy and we paid waaaaaaaay too much for him.
And he has been worth every dime!
Anyway the kids had the ponies out, and then there are like what, 11 dogs on the ranch right now. So 5 kids + 11 dogs + 2 mini ponies equals great joy!
The first time I looked The Boy had S’mores and he was trying to climb on her back. Poor Boy has not got the greatest coordination right now. And how could he? He grows 2 inches every-other-week and that is just the size of his feet! Anyhow – The Boy had S’mores and he was trying to mount up. To complicate his life he had a rifle (toy) in one hand and refused to put it down for his horse back adventure. He gave a great leap and went up -
And Over –
And back down.
S’mores just stood there while he giggled laying under her big pony belly.
Then Richellena and the little cowgirl fashioned a wagon out of the new sled the kids got for Christmas. (That we haven’t used because there hasn’t been any snow.) And baling twine (a favorite building material on most ranches) and two pillows.
I held my mommy tongue.
I didn’t fuss because the sled could get ruined on the dirt.
I didn’t fuss because the pillows belong in the house and they should at least have pillow cases on them.
And it was worth it. Nothing got ruined. Nothing got hurt and everyone had fun!
They had the ponies in the front yard. We just built the front yard fence and it was useless. The dogs didn't stay in. The chickens didn't stay out. Then the chickens would get in and couldn't get out, which allowed the dogs that didn't stay in, to come in and catch the chickens who should stay out, but come in and then can’t get out. And the kids can’t go in or out and I hate opening the gates as well…. So in short the front yard fence is coming down!
The kids did have fun in it last night.
They had both the ponies in there. I looked once to see The Boy on Froggy. The Boy's ankles were near Froggy’s ears, his knees on either side of Froggy’s neck and his giggling head was resting on Froggy’s back. All the while he was laughing and encouraging Froggy to move by giving him a tap in his butt with his toy riffle every time he stopped.
This was frequently.
Richellena had raked the yard to perfection.
And The Little Cowgirl and Freedom were “Cooking.”
Freedom said, “We are making pasta. We have straw for the spaghetti, oats for the sprinkles and we have horse turds for meat balls.”
It is a good thing they had not come up with any pasta sauce yet!
Come back again for more barnyard fun!
The person who said diamonds are a girl's best friend, never owned a horse.
The weather has been hot and muggy the last few days. At least pretty muggy for us! So I decided to load up the kids, a bunch of dogs and an inner tube and head down to the cove. There is a nice little spot in the creek where it bends back and has made a nice swimming hole that has sand at the bottom. A perfect little summer retreat only about a mile from the house.
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Here is Lilly, she is the last remaining puppy of Delilah and Elvis that was born on father's day. She is a super sweet little girl. Very quiet and loving.
She got into a little wet paint before we left for the Farmers Market. But while we were there, she stayed by my feet the whole time and didn't get into any trouble. She played with the kids.
When they walked down the road she road in the basket for a little while, then got moved to the seat with my nephew. She never bit him or even nibbled on his ears. A truly amazing accomplishment for a little teething, playful puppy.
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A field trip to the theater to watch a play with a class full of second graders and my 8-year-old son, what could possibly go wrong?
First thing we arrive to eat our picnic lunch and have a frolic on the play ground. As Aiden was unpacking our lunch, I notice the fried chicken, the Main Event, was missing! Could it have been misplaced while Aiden was sorting through our lunch bag earlier in the morning? Possibly!
After a rather uneventful, well, lets just say it, a very boring production of the “Villager and the Magic Stone” we jumped onto the bus for the ride home, without so much as a bathroom break. All the soda I drank at lunch to make up for a lack of protein was beginning to catch up to me.
But we were on the way home and I was watching the mile markers fly by, when suddenly across the aisle from me, and pointed very much in my direction, the little boy with the stomach ache proved to all of us he was not imagining his symptoms.
I got puked on.
So after a hasty clean up, still not terribly close to home, I asked Aiden to tell me a a story about Indians to fill the time. I am not sure whether it was Aiden’s inability to hear me correctly, ever, the bus driving down the rumble strip, again, or the fact that I had my hand cupped over my nose and mouth to keep the smell of vomit from overtaking me that made Aiden think I said Squindians, but like a trooper he jumped in.
“Squindians,” he said, “are little men that eat raw fish.” For a bottomless pit, garbage disposal and growing boy, all of life seems to revolve around food. It is no wonder his story would start that way.
“Really, raw fish,” I said, “their breath must be terrible!” Worse than the smell on the bus? Doubtful.
Yes, raw fish and live squid!
Is that all?
No sometimes they nibble the fungus that grows between your toes!
Really, well that is handy.
Yes, especially if you are being attacked by squid.
What else do Squindians do?
Well, they chop firewood. Even though they are very small, they easily chop firewood. And if they chop off their heads, they just grow back!
This from the boy who not long ago nearly lost a toe in an adventure similar to this. Re-growing appendages must me a useful sounding phenomena to an accident prone 8-year-old boy.
And - when their heads grow back their faces are clean! They don’t even have to wash them!
Oh- autonomy is sounding handier yet!
Sometimes you can keep them for a pet.
Do they make good pets?
Yes, except the red ones. They have outrageous attitudes!
Outrages attitudes! Where does he come up with this?
What do you do if you get one with an outrageous attitude? I ask.
Eat them, he says. Again with the food.
What do they taste like?
Like Jelly Beans.
Sure, why would something that eats raw fish, live squid and toe jam taste like anything other than Jelly Beans?
What flavor Jelly Beans? I ask.
Well the blue ones taste like raspberry and the red ones are red hot!
That’s sensible. How long do they usually live?
Well they live as long as you live. But if you die, they die ten minutes later because they miss you so bad.
This assuming you haven’t already eaten the loyal little critters
Aiden went on to describe some of the more complex, and comic-book-style features that Squindians possess. But civilization was looming, and my detention on the yellow flu asylum was coming to an end
Tomorrow maybe I can get him to draw us a picture, (in between meals.)
A little home grown fun.
Thanks for joining us here at the barnyard!