20-30 Meatballs

The other morning, I woke up and examined the kitchen.  The kitchen never looks the way I left it.  It is quite obvious that the majority of the children are nowhere near done eating or ready to sleep when David and I go to bed.

Me, shouting upstairs to Little Dude:  Dude!  Did you air fry up a bunch of meatballs again last night?

LD:  Um, yeah.

Me:  How many?

LD:  Um, 20 or 30.

Me:  Dude!

LD:  Mom!  I NEED PROTEIN.

Feeding these people is no joke.

HD:  Mom, I am so excited to try some of our farm fresh beef

Me:  I am not.

Cows are friends, not food!

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Yesterday, I was in the house while a pig sale was going down.  HD came in the house and told me the lady needed a bill of sale.  I said I would get right on it, as I aim to please, but could he please go and see what the gal’s name was.  He came back and told me and the name sounded extremely familiar.

Me:  Dude!  Go and ask her if she is an OBGYN!  I think she birthed you!

HD disappeared and apparently did not ask her that question, for he found the whole entire ordeal to be extremely horrifying.

I walked outside and called out, “Hello, do you remember me?”

Ha.  As if she remembers me.  But I am 38 now and this is what 38 year old women do.

HD to Hadley:  Oh, man.  Mom is going to tell this lady she birthed me.  This is so embarrassing.

So, I of course came out and made all the necessary introductions and informed the gal, who 100% fact did not remember me, that the boy who just loaded her pigs was a boy that she helped me birth some 13 years ago.

It was a pleasant trip down memory lane.

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David called me to ask if I could please take the truck and horse trailer to the scale in a local farm town and weigh it.

Isn’t he odd?  He has the strangest tasks in mind for me all the time.

Friends.  I have NEVER hauled a trailer.  I never really planned on wanting to haul anything.

I took LD with me.

Me:  Look at this.  Before I drive.  Is this hitch thing all connected just right?  I’m not going to lose anything?
LD (in his new and improved deeper man voice):  It looks good, Mom.

Me:  I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DO THIS.

LD:  Take the turns wide.  Don’t take out the mailbox.

He is so wise for an almost 12 year old.

I successfully weighed the truck and trailer and took no mailboxes out.  The truck and trailer, plus a very large grain sack weighed 17, 160 pounds, if you must know.

Apparently David had to know.

Today, he asked Hadley to haul a steer in the trailer to town.  And she didn’t even care and was like:

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

And Hadley has hauled livestock and trailers for her Pa many a time and I have no idea how it comes so easily to her.

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Last night.

You all remember how David had left to sell Dutch Bro?  Yes?

Well, he was taking forever and a day and finally he called to let me know he made some business deal and was coming home with TWENTY-FIVE sheep.  But not to worry, Taylor, he was going to sell them real quick.

So.  I am writing this blog post to you whilst viewing the sheep.

They are pleasant enough.

Our new puppy, who is part Australian SHEPHERD thinks we are the coolest family ever and is extremely exhausted from herding the sheep up and down the pen for no reason at all.

Two little lambs are orphaned and the boys have decided they would like to be their new parents, so we also have two lambs on bottles.

Apparently the boys might buy the lambs from David?  I don’t know.  But there are now lamb bottles and lamb milk replacer bags in my kitchen.

Fun Fact:  When I don’t know how to conclude a post, I always just say Happy _______ and insert whatever day of the week it is.

Happy Tuesday!