So I was thinking, what prompted the suggestions for structure was actually a really bad day we had here. Actually, it wasn't all that special as far as parenting goes- every kid has a day like this. Lil'Bug went all sorts of nuts and drew on walls (so did Blueberry Girl), CUT my new curtains, painted on a chair, and generally threw lots of tantrums. It was the day after a really bad storm smashed up the new playhouse the girls had built with their grandpa and took several healthy limbs out of trees all over the farm.
Perhaps it was reaction to the storm? I made a point of engaging Lil'Bug a couple days later while playing chess and asking her.
She overheard some very adult conversations about 22q11 (the anomaly that Zap was born with) and was afraid that he is going to die. Then she overheard us wondering if one of us has it too, since it can be inherited and she was afraid that we might die too. What incredibly big fears to struggle with! No wonder she was working hard to redirect with art mediums! I do that too, but when I do art it is considered ok, because they are my curtains or my chairs and walls to paint on. She doesn't understand ownership and only knows by example. That makes sense. We talked through it. I doubt it will be the last conversation or the end of her fears.
The doctors appointments threw off our regular structure and that broke up our normal routine and caused me a lot of stress. She felt that. SHE was able to process it more than I was at the time. Quite honestly, she wrote "1 love you" and "I <3 U" all over everything. Love letters to mama.
Every kid has bad days and bad behaviour. Finding the actual cause and addressing that is more effective than punishing with busy work and calling it structure. Just more of my thoughts.
Thursday, 30 June 2011
More on Structure
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Structure Verses Flow
Lately people keep telling me I need more structure to my day. That bothers me, not because it is true but because it is so beyond not true that it borders on ridiculous. Why?
Our days are very structured, just not by the clock or a bell.
We wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast. Usually around 7, sometimes earlier and sometimes later.
Then we turn on music and dance. After that we pick up the downstairs in a quick tidy and decide which big chore each will do. Then we do it.
Usually there is time after for play outside or upstairs or art project. Depends on the weather.
Then we all make lunch together, unless whatever game is being played is way too fun. If that's the case, I make lunch.
We eat it, then clean up.
Outside or upstairs and upstairs goes the downstairs laundry pile. Sometimes we have to run errands and this happens after lunch.
If at any point anyone gets so muddy they are uncomfortable, a bath is taken. While bath is run we tidy the bathroom and I start a load of laundry.
If at any point someone wants to be read to, we drop everything and read.
Eggs get collected in the afternoon, snack at some point, sometimes we have friends over.
Dad calls and lets us know he's leaving work. We start making dinner so it is ready when he gets home.
By then the girls want a movie so they tidy up the living room again so I can get to the TV (or that's my story to encourage clean up. I won't step on toys to put in a DVD and a "path" will not do.....).
Dinner, then more play and one girl helps with dinner dishes. Bedtime involves teeth brushing and feeding pets. Usually between 8 or 9, but often Holly goes to bed earlier. Each girl initiates bed time for herself on her own.
How is that not structured? Just because we let the day flow does not mean it lacks structure. I make time for structured activities like baking cookies or doing science experiments but most of those are opportunities as they arise. For example, we were making cheese and the girls remembered something they heard about salt and lemons fooling the taste buds into thinking it tasted sweet like sugar- so we tried it. It worked! When we walk the woods together we take paper and colours and draw or write. I may not buy or create detailed projects or lapbooks, but we do a LOT of structured activity just living on a farm and sometimes that means looking at a clock once in a while. But we also have some flexibility.
I guess what I am saying is that just because my school house isn't a big concrete box with a symmetrical floor plan and rooms you'd expect, doesn't mean our foundation is weak or that the building isn't strong. No, it just means that our structure is not like everyone else's and we live in that landscape. In architecture it would be more like a town, you have the suburbs, the schools, and the old district and that's where most people live and learn. We aren't like that either. We're a farm. We're a funky farm house with crazy curtains and roaming chickens. We have music playing and art always out and immerse ourselves in books and nature and anything else we get curious about. For you Harry Potter fans- I aspire to be like Molly Weasley to have a home full of love and laughter.
As I was writing this I realized....we were making cheese. Most people have to buy a kit or plan a day as do this as a structured science or home ec project. We HAVE to do it every other day or the milk gets wasted. It's fun and it's tasty and the girls know how to do it by learning right along side of me. They saw animals giving birth and helped with after care of the newborns, they help when animals are injured, they help with daily care. They help cook, shop, and meet with customers. They help clean, repair, and decorate our home. They do this every day because it is part of our life. It is structured because life is.
Anyway, just some thoughts. :)
Our days are very structured, just not by the clock or a bell.
We wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast. Usually around 7, sometimes earlier and sometimes later.
Then we turn on music and dance. After that we pick up the downstairs in a quick tidy and decide which big chore each will do. Then we do it.
Usually there is time after for play outside or upstairs or art project. Depends on the weather.
Then we all make lunch together, unless whatever game is being played is way too fun. If that's the case, I make lunch.
We eat it, then clean up.
Outside or upstairs and upstairs goes the downstairs laundry pile. Sometimes we have to run errands and this happens after lunch.
If at any point anyone gets so muddy they are uncomfortable, a bath is taken. While bath is run we tidy the bathroom and I start a load of laundry.
If at any point someone wants to be read to, we drop everything and read.
Eggs get collected in the afternoon, snack at some point, sometimes we have friends over.
Dad calls and lets us know he's leaving work. We start making dinner so it is ready when he gets home.
By then the girls want a movie so they tidy up the living room again so I can get to the TV (or that's my story to encourage clean up. I won't step on toys to put in a DVD and a "path" will not do.....).
Dinner, then more play and one girl helps with dinner dishes. Bedtime involves teeth brushing and feeding pets. Usually between 8 or 9, but often Holly goes to bed earlier. Each girl initiates bed time for herself on her own.
How is that not structured? Just because we let the day flow does not mean it lacks structure. I make time for structured activities like baking cookies or doing science experiments but most of those are opportunities as they arise. For example, we were making cheese and the girls remembered something they heard about salt and lemons fooling the taste buds into thinking it tasted sweet like sugar- so we tried it. It worked! When we walk the woods together we take paper and colours and draw or write. I may not buy or create detailed projects or lapbooks, but we do a LOT of structured activity just living on a farm and sometimes that means looking at a clock once in a while. But we also have some flexibility.
I guess what I am saying is that just because my school house isn't a big concrete box with a symmetrical floor plan and rooms you'd expect, doesn't mean our foundation is weak or that the building isn't strong. No, it just means that our structure is not like everyone else's and we live in that landscape. In architecture it would be more like a town, you have the suburbs, the schools, and the old district and that's where most people live and learn. We aren't like that either. We're a farm. We're a funky farm house with crazy curtains and roaming chickens. We have music playing and art always out and immerse ourselves in books and nature and anything else we get curious about. For you Harry Potter fans- I aspire to be like Molly Weasley to have a home full of love and laughter.
As I was writing this I realized....we were making cheese. Most people have to buy a kit or plan a day as do this as a structured science or home ec project. We HAVE to do it every other day or the milk gets wasted. It's fun and it's tasty and the girls know how to do it by learning right along side of me. They saw animals giving birth and helped with after care of the newborns, they help when animals are injured, they help with daily care. They help cook, shop, and meet with customers. They help clean, repair, and decorate our home. They do this every day because it is part of our life. It is structured because life is.
Anyway, just some thoughts. :)
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Saturday, 11 June 2011
Ladies in Waiting Plus a Baby.....
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Friday, 20 May 2011
Zinnia
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
New Normal, the horizon compass
Before last week I had never heard of 22q11 deletion syndrome. Before you click on the link, like I did when I was first told my baby son has it, let me say that he does not have the worst of it.
Ever since he was born I have been at odds with our family doctor who sent us on to specialists and more specialists. None of them could see anything wrong with baby Zap other than that he is little and was gaining weight slow. We had a latch problem that a local lactation consultant found and we corrected with work. His soft spot closed, but the CAT scan showed that it wasn't fused and ok. The first round of tests came back all normal. He's deaf in one ear, but so was Chad as a baby so I don't see this as a big deal. Other than that, he was passing all the development tests and yet, the neurologist wanted to double check something so he ordered a series of blood tests.
Then. Then the doctor calls me himself. I was used to hearing good news from his nurse. I missed the call and spent two frantic days playing phone tag. We got him on the phone and he said 22q11. It's not even a name, it is a description.
It explains his deafness. It explains his soft spot closing early. It explains his slow growth. There might be motor skill delays. There might be speech issues. His heart seems fine, but they may run tests to make sure. His kidneys seem fine, but they may run tests to be sure. His immune system fared a bout of Influenza B better than his sisters even, so that seems ok too. His palate seems normal too. Heart and palate problems are the recognizable symptoms for kids with 22q11 and yet, he doesn't seem to have those issues.
We don't know what to expect. Our family physician had never heard of this before, or never had a patient with it, so he's researching it just like we are. I'm coordinating care between him and the two specialists and making sure overapping orders for vitamins or medicines are ok'd. We see a geneticist later this year. My head is still wrapping around this mostly because, well, because Zap is still a healthy little bright eyed baby boy. He's chatty and robust and funny. He's eating well and gaining well and loves to pet the kitty and have his sisters hug and kiss him. He's totally normal.
And yet, this genetic thing, this deletion answers so many questions. This answer has eased those doctors off pressuring me to feed him formula or vaccinate with live virus (22q's have different response to vaccinations so we need to learn more about that before we go that route). Getting this scary sounding diagnosis has let my mind ease up from defensive mode and just enjoy my sweet little baby.
We'll let this unfold as it does and we'll help him whenever something comes up. Next up is a visit to the ENT docs to see abut his ears. Just like his father, the deafness can likely be mostly corrected by surgery.
So how am I feeling about all of this? Looking from the pictures of kids with 22q11 and then back at my little boy, there is hope. There's a decent online network. I have friends who have kids that have different needs too and they have been a huge support this past week. Teary phone calls and medical glossaries have dominated my days. I wonder if I can handle this much medical professional interaction. I hate hospitals and blood draws and the knee jerk reactions to medicate instead of change lifestyle and suddenly I am right there on the front line with my baby to offer up. I don't like it, but it is where we are.
Ever since he was born I have been at odds with our family doctor who sent us on to specialists and more specialists. None of them could see anything wrong with baby Zap other than that he is little and was gaining weight slow. We had a latch problem that a local lactation consultant found and we corrected with work. His soft spot closed, but the CAT scan showed that it wasn't fused and ok. The first round of tests came back all normal. He's deaf in one ear, but so was Chad as a baby so I don't see this as a big deal. Other than that, he was passing all the development tests and yet, the neurologist wanted to double check something so he ordered a series of blood tests.
Then. Then the doctor calls me himself. I was used to hearing good news from his nurse. I missed the call and spent two frantic days playing phone tag. We got him on the phone and he said 22q11. It's not even a name, it is a description.
It explains his deafness. It explains his soft spot closing early. It explains his slow growth. There might be motor skill delays. There might be speech issues. His heart seems fine, but they may run tests to make sure. His kidneys seem fine, but they may run tests to be sure. His immune system fared a bout of Influenza B better than his sisters even, so that seems ok too. His palate seems normal too. Heart and palate problems are the recognizable symptoms for kids with 22q11 and yet, he doesn't seem to have those issues.
We don't know what to expect. Our family physician had never heard of this before, or never had a patient with it, so he's researching it just like we are. I'm coordinating care between him and the two specialists and making sure overapping orders for vitamins or medicines are ok'd. We see a geneticist later this year. My head is still wrapping around this mostly because, well, because Zap is still a healthy little bright eyed baby boy. He's chatty and robust and funny. He's eating well and gaining well and loves to pet the kitty and have his sisters hug and kiss him. He's totally normal.
And yet, this genetic thing, this deletion answers so many questions. This answer has eased those doctors off pressuring me to feed him formula or vaccinate with live virus (22q's have different response to vaccinations so we need to learn more about that before we go that route). Getting this scary sounding diagnosis has let my mind ease up from defensive mode and just enjoy my sweet little baby.
We'll let this unfold as it does and we'll help him whenever something comes up. Next up is a visit to the ENT docs to see abut his ears. Just like his father, the deafness can likely be mostly corrected by surgery.
So how am I feeling about all of this? Looking from the pictures of kids with 22q11 and then back at my little boy, there is hope. There's a decent online network. I have friends who have kids that have different needs too and they have been a huge support this past week. Teary phone calls and medical glossaries have dominated my days. I wonder if I can handle this much medical professional interaction. I hate hospitals and blood draws and the knee jerk reactions to medicate instead of change lifestyle and suddenly I am right there on the front line with my baby to offer up. I don't like it, but it is where we are.
Also, a thought on comments. Why? In telling friends and family I have heard a range of responses three of which make me want to punch someone in the face: "I'm so sorry" and "I don't know what to say" and the one that was not to my face, "you just told me that to make me feel bad." So let's be clear, this diagnoses is not a death sentence. It's like having red hair or an extra toe, it is a genetic set of programing that may involve a few extra doctor's visits. It is not something we are sorry about. Second, I told people because they asked before we were ready to really put this out there. I don't know what they were expecting. Hey, did you get the results back? Um, yes, this. !!!!! Really? And the last, well, that person is just like that and we love her anyway, difficult as that may be. I just do not want more of that here. I don't go around saying, "Gee I'm sorry your kid is a pain in the butt." or, "I'm sorry your kid has pretty hair." You get the idea? Please. I hope. Everyone I have spoken to has been well meaning and full of love, but those words still hurt. The best response was, "Thanks for sharing that. We've been worried. Lots of love to you." Yes. Better.
One more thought. This past week has been tremendous in my thoughts, the way my mind has explored and researched and I keep coming back to the imagery of rural Colorado as a kid. Always to the west we saw the Rocky Mountain Range. Where we lived was dessert like, but we could always see the mountains in the distance. As a kid I was convinced I could walk there, run away to there, that it was just beyond but still a real possibility and a longing. Motherhood was like this. I could always see normal, see what I was striving for. But, the reality of it is the same. Those mountains are unattainable in a days hike. When I moved to the Midwest as a preteen, first Illinois and then Iowa, I lost that anchoring compass. I searched for replacement and always felt a little lost and disoriented. Since all horizons looked the same I had to be present in the place to feel grounded and solid. Being present, everyday appreciating the green and life and wonder and specialness of each place and moment, is hard. It's easier to daydream about that distant mountain range. Way easier. The thing is though, that time spent daydreaming is time lost that could be filled with laughter and cuddles and fresh picked strawberries.
This diagnosis is not a death sentence. Oh, did I already say that? I meant it. It's doesn't even really change who we are and how we will live. A few extra road trips, a closer relationship with our local doctor and nurses, and a little more time feeling utterly blessed by God for the life we live. Even if that time is spent on the road driving to distant cities to see specialists, it's time we'll spend together.
This diagnosis is just a label. It doesn't suddenly change who my son is, it simply gives the worried doctors a label to slap on the file and a reference to turn to if results seem off. Normal for everyone else isn't normal for Zap. That's kind of who we are anyway. I mean, if you've ever met us in real life or have been reading here for any amount of time, that's no surprise. So the test result was actually a relief in a way in that now he gets to just be.
If something goes wrong, we'll let you know. Prayers are always welcome. Right now we're good to go.
Ps. If anyone stumbles across this and knows more about 22q11, please feel free to comment, link, offer resources, ect. We're new to this.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Bianca's Ram Lamb
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Wednesday, 4 May 2011
More Baby Pictures and a story
Today was a crappy day. I was on the phone with the bank when Blueberry Girl stripped down and pooped on the couch. I was cleaning that when someone knocked on the door delivering frustrating news. Dealing with that when I missed a call from Isaac's doctor. I left the meat on the counter to thaw yesterday the forgot about it and found it today spoiled. The cats decided to decorate the back step with their gift (a dead muskrat)....and it kept on like this. Then a friend visited and that was nice. When Chad come home though and it was time to run Lil'Bug to church for youth group, I was fried. Chad said Poppy looked like she was in labour and I jumped at the chance to take a walk and check on her.
Then I got to see something I've never seen before live.
That's right. Not even one of my three children. Yes, that makes me really sad when I think about it.
I was a little scared at first. The lamb was just laying there. Then Poppy started licking her face.
And soon she was up and nursing. And wobbling around. No name yet.
Poppy is the matriarch of our flock. She's not the oldest but she's an aggressive eater and leader.
And she's a really good mama. We have 4 ewe lambs now. 3 of them are white with masks and spots.
I grabbed my camera.
She greeted me and I pet her nose. I asked her if it was really time and she turned around and showed me her backside. Then she laid down.....
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That's right. Not even one of my three children. Yes, that makes me really sad when I think about it.
I was a little scared at first. The lamb was just laying there. Then Poppy started licking her face.
And soon she was up and nursing. And wobbling around. No name yet.
Poppy is the matriarch of our flock. She's not the oldest but she's an aggressive eater and leader.
And she's a really good mama. We have 4 ewe lambs now. 3 of them are white with masks and spots.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Baby Pictures
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| Cream Puff brought me her lamb, Miss Nickle, for photo. So proud! |
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| Here's the princess and her maaaaaaaa. |
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| Surprise! Twins! This is Flurry and her lambs Cardigan (the black lamb) and we haven't named the little white ewe. |
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| She's not all white, She has the mask! These lambs are little! |
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
So Does This Mean My Brother Can Come Home Now?
No.
I was just noticing that these last few days there has been a lot of chatter on facebook but not so much on the blogs I read. Not even the ones I expected to have something to say about it.
Bin Laden is dead. Seal Team 6 killed him.
This happened in Pakistan, just over the border from Afgahnistan where my baby brother is deployed. Spring is the most dangerous time he said.
So now what? More death and more violence and more rebuilding and more celebrating and more...?
He wrote this on his wall today,
I was just noticing that these last few days there has been a lot of chatter on facebook but not so much on the blogs I read. Not even the ones I expected to have something to say about it.
Bin Laden is dead. Seal Team 6 killed him.
This happened in Pakistan, just over the border from Afgahnistan where my baby brother is deployed. Spring is the most dangerous time he said.
So now what? More death and more violence and more rebuilding and more celebrating and more...?
He wrote this on his wall today,
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Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Monday, 2 May 2011
Our Day in Pictures, minus cleaning toilets....but we did that too.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Friday, 29 April 2011
Counting Sheep
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| It was too windy to work the strawberries so we took a walk out to the pasture with our guest and her son.......there was some concern over one of the ewes who was laying on her side. |
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| No worries. She got up when Chad approached...... |
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| But wait. Oh my. There are hooves coming out of......yes. Oh yay! She's having her lamb! |
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| We backed off and gave her some space. SEE THE HOOVES!! We headed, with all the children, back to the house to give her some time and quiet. Chad looked up how long labour should last and headed right back out only to find..... |
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| This little lamb ewe! Oh she's cute. |
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| She's also hungry! |
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| So far so good! |
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| Oh, I am soooo glad she's a ewe. That means we won't eat her! It was really amazing to get to see the labour and the lamb this afternoon. I am so glad there were no complications, so far. Really this past month has been a doozy. I guess April really does go out like a lamb? Or is that March? :) |
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Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Easter Flowers
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Monday, 11 April 2011
Menu Plan for the Week
Here's Our menu plan for the week, with notations for leftovers and lunches. I think I will start making Chad breakfast too since I have to get up with him anyway to move Rosie.
Monday: Roasted Chicken, mashed potatoes, brussle sprouts
lunch and breakfast: Cheese noodles with chopped ham, oatmeal
Tuesday: Chicken Potpie with vegetable medley
lunch for Chad: chicken and bean handpies with mexican cheese blend
lunch/breakfast: Ponyo noodles with mushroom/eggs and toast
Wednesday: Pulled Pork sandwiches with pumpkin soup
lunch for Chad: pot pie
lunch here: veggies and dip with bacon
breakfast: eggs and bacon
Thursday on the Go:
Breakfast Eggs and Bacon
Lunch: Ham, veggies, cheese, crackers
Dinner.....meet up as a family and decide. Maybe homemade pizza since I'll have it all ready to assemble
IF Chad works from home then we'll have steaks.
Friday: Baked Salmon- never made this before, thinking and augratin side dish and green beans.
Lunch: Almond Butter and peach jam "tacos"....unless we have guests. In that case we'll make veggie stir fry and Ponyo Noodles with beef broth and ham and boiled eggs.
Breakfast: Eggs and Salsa and Biscuits and Gravy
Saturday: HUGE work day at the farm. If the weather is nice, Iowa Chops on the grill, home fries, and mushroom and veggie kabobs.
Breakfast: Pancakes and eggs
lunch, on the go
All is subject to change, btw
Monday: Roasted Chicken, mashed potatoes, brussle sprouts
lunch and breakfast: Cheese noodles with chopped ham, oatmeal
Tuesday: Chicken Potpie with vegetable medley
lunch for Chad: chicken and bean handpies with mexican cheese blend
lunch/breakfast: Ponyo noodles with mushroom/eggs and toast
Wednesday: Pulled Pork sandwiches with pumpkin soup
lunch for Chad: pot pie
lunch here: veggies and dip with bacon
breakfast: eggs and bacon
Thursday on the Go:
Breakfast Eggs and Bacon
Lunch: Ham, veggies, cheese, crackers
Dinner.....meet up as a family and decide. Maybe homemade pizza since I'll have it all ready to assemble
IF Chad works from home then we'll have steaks.
Friday: Baked Salmon- never made this before, thinking and augratin side dish and green beans.
Lunch: Almond Butter and peach jam "tacos"....unless we have guests. In that case we'll make veggie stir fry and Ponyo Noodles with beef broth and ham and boiled eggs.
Breakfast: Eggs and Salsa and Biscuits and Gravy
Saturday: HUGE work day at the farm. If the weather is nice, Iowa Chops on the grill, home fries, and mushroom and veggie kabobs.
Breakfast: Pancakes and eggs
lunch, on the go
All is subject to change, btw
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Meet Rosie, Our Family Cow
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| This is Rosie, a pure bred Brown Swiss milk cow. She's been bred to a Simital bull and will calve in about 3 weeks. In the corner of this picture is her calf from last year, bred to that same bull. I think she was sad to leave him. |
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| She's big, but sweet. I won't say gentle just yet as she's beat Chad up a bit. He'll be limping for a while and is lucky to still have a arm. Bright side, I now know how to open the livestock trailer door properly. Oops. More updates later. |
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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