Puzzled...

I really, really, really loathe jigsaw puzzles.

Maggie really, really, really loves jigsaw puzzles.

"Mommy, will you help me with George?"

"PLEASE?!!!"

Who bought this child a puzzle, anyway? And how did it get into our house?

How CAN he explain....?

I LOVE this ad! My husband will read this post and snort...I've long since ceased being a "sensitive young wife". These days it's more like, "toughened old ball-and-chain".

He's thanking his lucky stars that the heifers are starting to calve, because even though he's going to have to get up every 3 hours to check them, he'll have the luxury of sleeping in the 5th wheel camper with no children or little wifee to pester. Oh sure, it's a hardship, but he can take his laptop and watch movies with guns, car chases, naughty words and manly themes.

I used to get to go check heifers, too, back before kids, and oddly enough, I really enjoyed it. There's just something about being out in the starry spring nights that really is sort of fun. Even though I checked each cow twice, worried I'd miss something, it was good to be part of the calving. And for some reason, I always felt less abused checking heifers than I ever did getting up to feed a baby...still don't understand that.

My job now is to have a big, hot breakfast ready for the returning calver. And there is nothing nicer to find, at the end of a long night in the barn, than pancakes, eggs and bacon, or sausage gravy and biscuits, and hot, strong coffee! It's wretched to sit down to a bowl of Cheerios and Sanka.

I've been promised the opportunity to return to the barn when the kids get older, and I'm hanging on to that. When the old cows start calving, I do get involved a lot more, because, well, they can't keep me away.

I guess that's the latest, from Cohagen! It's been so long since I posted, I probably lost all my readers...except my sister-in-law and Wayland, poor souls. The kids and I are still battling sinus infections and strep, so there's not a lot going on here, except medicine and movies. Even the dog is looking for a reason to go to the barn!

Let's play Silly Me!

Forgive me, I'm a bit fuzzy still, from my cold and the medicine I'm using to combat it. Still can't seem to shake it and my family is about to cart me off to the doctor.

Anyways, I've been trying to sleep it off and sometimes in the middle of the night I get up and go to the couch so as not to wake the one healthy member of the household, my husband. Last night, I threw my pillows on the couch, grabbed a blanket and flopped down. From out of the depths of the couch came a voice, "Hi! I'm Mr. Potato Head! Let's play Silly Me!....AACHOO! Oh no! I've lost my ears! Can you find my ears?!"

Apparently, the little handheld Mr. Potato Head game I bought at the second-hand store for the kids to play in the car was lost somewhere under the couch and my hefty bounce revived him. Well, I wasn't about to turn on the light and dig around in the scary couch innards at 2 a.m., so I just snuggled down and went to sleep. But everytime I rolled over, he would announce his name and want to play Silly Me. Can you beat that?!! And this morning, it really was funny to think about!