I just love how I send out a Christmas letter that says I’m blogging weekly and then I don’t hit it until two months later. What have we been doing? Lots. I’ve finally aquired use of a faster computer and figured out the photo bit to go with it. Speed is a plus when blogging. Soooo, the farm has seen the production of four litters of pigs, of which, I have no pictures that are decent enough to publish, but I’ll show you a few photos taken at the farm and of the mama pigs. They aren’t your pink, storybook variety.
These pigs have some serious hair.
My cowboy finally got a new FL farm hat to replace his that went missing during the move period.
Watching the first seen litter of piglets...
And on the Homestead, Urban Cowboy successfully hatched two dozen of our eggs. We hadn’t hatched our own eggs in at least two years. It was a very exciting weekend to wake up and count how many chicks had hatched overnight. This was also our first experience using the hova-bator, which saved countless minutes turning the eggs (or forgetting to!).
We saw cracking in the eggs and impatiently awaited the hatching to begin.
Did you know you can hear the chicks peeping before they even hatch? This is the first one to break free.
On a more personal note, we think Quinn is going to get his daddy’s curly hair…
This is his 'do au naturelle. We didn't style or fluff.
but we did laugh...
And because it’s so fun to take pictures of our rapidly changing baby, here’s another doe-eyed look.
spinach artichoke dip. mmmmmmm
We had Boys’ Club last at the start of December and hadn’t hosted it again until the third Friday in January. Pregnancy back aches are really taking their toll on me and quite frankly, the idea of watching/planning/guiding a bunch of boys running all over the place gives that sciatic nerve an extra little twitch right now
And of course, it was very cold and raining! that morning
But, the boys made tin-punch lanterns and ran in the cold rain anyways.
I’ve been managing the lower back pain by keeping off my feet as much as possible. I’m finally feeling the love of a large family helping each other out. Bailey proposed that he could earn treats i.e. candy, if he wiped Colton (who’s potty training) or changed Quinn’s stinkies. Can you say? Of course! That’s worth three treats to me. So Quinn is so docile Bailey can change him anywhere and Colton is so strong-willed, he manages to poop up to five times a day because that’s the only time he gets a treat. Yes, he’s manipulating his bowels for candy. Funny, eh?
Bailey makes Quinn laugh every time he gets him dressed or changed.
The other day we were all in the car and Quinn was screaming to no avail. I started singing Old MacDonald had a farm and he quieted down. The entire car full of boys and their dad started chiming in on the animal sounds part. They all really got into it. It was something to hear their different perspectives on how the farm animals sound.
And on the homestead, the two oldest had made a mini paper model of Jamestown (available for free at www.homeschoolinthewoods.com) and were inspired to build their own playmobil pirate forts and wars. My homeschool theory nugget for this week is that the harder I make them work in school, the better they play together when it’s all finished for the day.
And it gets better, they cover up their forts with the kiddie pool at night so the rain doesn't undo their efforts!
Hux and Ethan have discovered that dirt walls are easier to construct than Bailey's lashed-together twig model.
And Huxley has a new smile this month…
I love it. It reminds me of just how young he really is.
The tooth fairy missed the first night of his tooth under the pillow. He had two theories of why she didn’t come: his tooth was in a plastic bag and the train blared through all night. His daddy had a third theory: he was walking the hall with the three year old most of the night re-depositing him into his own bed. Luckily for Hux, the fairy made good the second night.
Lastly, we celebrated Bailey’s tenth birthday last month. Of course we had this great outdoor party planned with water grenades, target practice and the like, and wouldn’t you know, it was cold and rainy. I don’t think the kids minded so much.
Happy Birthday 10 year old!
We're big smiles at a house full of 20 kids. (the law of the country says if you invite 1, 4 will come with. We invited 5).
candle shoot out during the deluge.
Thanks for checking in again. We’re in the home-stretch for baby girl’s arrival. I’m getting kicked in the ribs, the boys talk to her daily (it should be so sweet to see her reaction to seeing them the first time), and they are going to take such good care of her. Everyone has stepped up to the plate around here as I step off the plate and onto the recliner. Urban Cowboy is honing his cooking and grocery shopping efficiency,( at the cost of cutting way back at the farm), the boys can tag team cleaning up after supper in a breeze, and they’re learning how to speedily sort and put away clean laundry, and I really think I’m finding our homeschooling groove. More on that at a later date.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Eat some chocolate for me!