Thursday, April 12, 2012


Meet Arthur.

Arthur is quite the celebrity around here.  Seems like everyone thinks it sounds like a lot of fun to bottle feed a calf.

They don't have to do it twice a day, now do they?

I'm just kidding - sort of.  He is awfully cute.  And we really enjoy sharing him with our friends.

Especially when said friends volunteer to feed Arthur when we go out of town.

Pedro got a little attention too.

Oh Arthur, I complain about you, but I guess we'll keep you around for awhile!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

one year

Someone had a birthday yesterday.

I can't believe my little baby birdie isn't such a baby anymore.

I believe this was the longest and shortest year of my life.

Happy Birthday, Girlie Bird!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

letters to my life

I'm having one of those days.  You know the ones.  Nothing is going well.

So, in honor of this, I will be writing letters to all aspects of my life that are aggravating me right now.  It's cheaper than a therapy session.

Dear Girlie Bird,
I love you.  I want you to know that.  But, I have a few questions for you.  Why, oh why do you feel the need to wake up at 5:30 am?  Why do you feel the need to bite other children in the nursery at church?  And how is it, after waking up at 5:30 am, you feel that you only need an hour long nap today, ending right as your brother is going down for his?  Just wondering.  You are wearing me out.

Dear dishwasher,
Why is it that you cannot manage to get my dishes clean?  This needs to improve, or you will be replaced.
Yours Truly,
The Management

Dear Love of My Life,
I love you.  But you know what I don't love?  Bottle feeding calves.
And piles of dirty man clothes on the floor.
Oh, and wet towels on the bed.
Love you,
Your Tired Wife

Dear Baby Calf,
Why do you need to be bottle fed?
Your Bottle Feeder

Dear Boy Birdie,
I love you.  You are such a great kid.  But here's something to try.  Try leaving your clothes on when we're home sometimes.  And try picking up some of your toys on occasion, and the clothes that you shed immediately when we walk into the house.  And do you really have to pee every time we go outside, or is it just fun to pee outside?
Honestly I don't have anything else to ask of you right now - you've been good lately.
Keep up the good work,

Dear Mable,
Stop running away and rolling in cow crap.  If I have to give you a bath one more time, I may have to kill you.
You think I'm kidding, dog?
Just try me.
Your Mommy

Dear House,
Please clean yourself.
Your Inhabitants

Dear Cows,
Please, please just have your calves so we can stop checking on you all the stinking time.  And if it's not too much trouble, have them normally, don't let them die, and please don't die yourselves.
Your Farmers

Now, I feel better.
Thanks for listening.