The Hay Shortage

I bought the boys some acne face wash and instructed them they had to use it.  In order to get them to use it, I have to buy face wash that comes in man-friendly colors.

LD comes out of the shower.

LD:  Mom.  That face soap?  Woah.

Me:  Oh, yeah?

LD:  Yeah.  You know how when you get a brand new piece of, like, Extra spearmint gum?  And you put it in your mouth and it is really strong and your whole mouth is tingly?

Me:  Yeah?

LD:  That’s what the face soap feels like.  On my face.

Me:  Hmmm.  Well, that’s how you know it is working.

LD:  Got it.

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David will literally not stop getting hay.  And I find this to be quite ironic because he also won’t stop talking about how this is such a bad year for hay.  But he is never here, and every time I look outside, there are more hay bales all about.

And then there are two more just thrown about by the garden?

Apparently, he is buying a lot of last year’s hay?  Which is not good in the category of nutrition?  So he is also buying other things to supplement?

I don’t know.  All I know is he is not here and I am spending a lot of time with the boys.

A Lot.

And I would like you all to know that LD found it supes important to ask me this question as we were walking into church.

LD:  Mom?  Do some boys go through poooooooberty when they are 20 years old?

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Hazel has a bump on her head.  I consulted a farm and ranch friend and she suggested it was something called a “warble?”  And I liked that answer better than “a terminal cancerous tumor.”

She thinks I need to pop it, like a zit?

I know.

More disgusting, this could not be.  I have decided this shall be a husband/wife activity, yet I cannot pop the warble with my husband because, and you had better sit down for this, he is getting hay.

Because there is a giant hay shortage, and he cannot find any hay, yet he is always getting hay.

The boys have created a new activity for themselves on this here farm.

It is called:  Fill a “clean” stock tank with water, sit in it, and throw golf  balls into red buckets and drive the dogs insane.

I am ok with it because it gets them , and the dogs, out of the house.

Norman, who is HD’s dog, learned how to swim this weekend, yet I did not get any photographic evidence.  So you will just have to take my word for it.  Niko and Charlie are still learning.  Hadley was trying to teach Charlie how to swim, but it was all too much for her, bless her heart.  Then Hadley lifted her out of the water and Charlie’s leg’s continued to “air swim” and we are just not sure she was meant for the water.

Norman is becoming a bit more attached to HD, which rocks HD’s world.  HD was climbing a ladder, and Norman went up after him.

My cute niece was helping get him down.

We like our dogs.

Yes, we do.

I am reading “These is My Words” yet again.  A reader recommended that book to me and I just love it.  It makes me happy.  I really like when the main character says things like,

“I was purely addled.”

And then I like to say things like,

“When LD asks me about 20 year olds going into puberty, I feel purely addled.”

I am getting excited to get back into the classroom.  I am still wondering if I will teach kinder or 2nd.  Either one is fine, but I am kind of hoping for kinderbabies.

Happy Sunday!