Farm Chores

Hadley:  Can I stay the night at Lily’s?

David:  Sure, but be home by 11am.

Hadley:  What?!  I wanted to hang out with friends.

David:  Sorry, need your help taking care of some dead cows.

Hadley:  DDDAAADDD

Me:  You can invite your friends to our house!  They can help with the farm chores and then you can go in the hot tub!

Hadley:

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Facebook popped this little gem of a video in my memories yesterday, and I felt compelled to upload it to this here blog.

This was a basketball game Kate played in one year ago.  She was a junior and is #30.  They were already in overtime and she shot this three pointer-

And made it and sent them into double overtime!

And what would a blog post be without some razzle dazzling of HD (#14)and his basketball skills?

I mean, let us ponder the gift that the Maliblahblah children are to the game of basketball.

And, let us be impressed with how well his hand has healed up.  Because this was him not too long ago-

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In other news, let us examine the destruction the befell my couch while LD was “in charge” of Charlie and The Puppy Brothers.

I am not ready to talk about it yet.  I need some time.

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David, Hadley, and the boys have been working hard on farm chores all day long.  Hadley loves it and would much rather be helping her Pa than hanging out with friends in town.

In case you were wondering.

You may ask,

“Taylor, what do you mean by ‘Farm Chores’?”

Well.  I don’t really know.  But it involves the bobcat and dozer and then the repairing of the bobcat 18 times and hay being transported and cows mooing and the dozer needing a jump with the truck and the four wheeler getting stuck and hay bale loaders being repaired and dead animals taken care of (you don’t wanna know) and dogs finding random body parts and mud and everyone coming in at noon to a hot lunch prepared by yours truly, only to be dismayed when David announces:

We are all going back out in 15 minutes.

Charlie has been able to keep up with them all day.

Norman kept up with them most of the day.

Niko came in the earliest, tired and cold.

I am a good dog grandma.  I made him some kibble with warm chicken broth over it, because his teeth are so tiny he needs a bit of help with the dog chow.

And while Charlie and Norman kept up with the farmers, Niko was conked out in the house.

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In case anyone is wondering what Friday night looks like for David and I, here is what Friday night looks like for David and I:

Don’t ask me what’s going on.  It has to do with cows and money.

I don’t raise cows for money.  Apparently David is.

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I would like to dedicate this here post to Sisters Meagan and Jess, for without their guidance on a technical issue, I would have gotten upset, closed my computer, and eaten a shocking amount of chocolate.

 

Thank you.