Family · Personal

It Won’t Be Like This Forever.

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Hi! It’s Monday!

Duh.

Before I get going, I want to extend sympathy to those of you who are battling the absolute horrendous heat! I feel for you. If you want to come visit, our high this week is 76 degrees. Wacey has bunk beds.

Anyways, how was your weekend? Ours was pretttty darn good. We took the boys to the ranch rodeo in town on Saturday afternoon, and gosh ranch rodeos are one of my favorite things. I miss when Bert used to ranch rodeo all summer, hopefully next summer he can get a team together and they can enter some! Wacey spent the whole time eating, commentating, and being reallllly into the broncs, Lord help us.  Buster spent the whole time throwing things down the bleachers and trying to escape and smiling at random people. Yesterday we started slow, drove around, checked water, found a broken water line, came home, and then Bert and Wacey went out to fix it while I stayed home and did chores during Buster’s nap. It was a pretty big leak but they got it sorted and all is well in the world.

I even had time to tidy up and throw a load or two in the wash so we’re not waking up to absolute mayhem tomorrow which is so sweet. Basically, it was a great, fun, low-key weekend and ohhhh boy I needed it.

I’m in that busy, full, Groundhog Day-esque season in my mamahood journey, and it’s been hard to not feel frustrated with how little I actually accomplish some days. The boys are also at two notoriously ah…trying ages. Wacey is just shy of 3 1/2, so he knows everything, has lots of big feelings, and some of those big feelings are not-so-nice ones directed at his brother and us. Buster is almost 16 months, so he’s big and mobile and has very little sense but a lot of curiosity, and a very good idea about how to antagonize his brother.

Do not get me wrong. I have two amazing children. Even on their worst days, I still feel lucky to be their mama, and their worst days really aren’t all that bad. They’re filled with a lot of tears but a lot of laughter and sweet moments, too. But the gratitude has been a little lost in the fights and the crying and the protests and the repetition lately. My own heart has been struggling a little bit, and I really didn’t like how I was mothering, or wife-ing, or being.

So, I took a step back.

It’s still hard, guys. I still lose my cool, I still wish for more hours in the day, I still wish I had more help so I was able to chase my own dreams a little harder. But I know this is just a season, a really short one, and before too long my biggest kid is not going to be happy to sit by the pens, playing in the dirt with a stick while we work cattle. He’s not going to look up at me and my camera and say “Hi, mom mom!” He’s not going to ask me to “carry you?” or get a huge kick helping make a “butter sammich.”

So, I’m going to take more pictures, soak up more moments, and breathe a little deeper because even though it’s hard and the days feel soooooo long sometimes, in my heart and in my brain I know these days are fleeting.

You know, though: I kind of hate when people say that, because sometimes it feels like people are covering up how hard parenthood can be and are saying that it’s all fine because your kids aren’t babies forever and that their parenthood journey is always serene and beautiful and full of grace. Trite laid right on top of photoshop sandwiched between two big slices of “ha, nope!”

Let me tell you what: it’s not always fine, and most days around here involve at least one wreck. Buster has scratches on his face because I can’t get between him and Wacey fast enough, but he’s learned to retaliate by hitting Wacey square in the nose which is just peachy. We have wash that hasn’t been put up, not a single thing is hung on the walls, and 5/7 days a week I don’t change out of workout clothes because why? My temper can be short. I do my dream-chasing and working in the margins of my day, and I hate that I don’t have a better version of myself to devote to those things. I am not my best self right now, not even close, and that’s showing in my mothering and wife-ing. But, guys, it’s okay. I know this. Every day is a new day, and every day has so many fun things in between the trainwrecks, and we have plenty of Neosporin. It won’t be like this forever. There is grace in these days of raising young children (for the Bible tells me so), and it’s fine that we’re a little bit of a mess. It’s getting better. Every single day. In large part because I know that there are seasons when things feel hard and when I’m not my best self because I’m human, and even in my hardest seasons I’m still so, so lucky. I have so much gratitude, but I’m also really tired. Right? Is that a thing?

It won’t be like this forever.

Parenthood is so bittersweet.

Maybe that’s why everything in my house is so sticky.

 

Celebrate · Family

Happy 4th!

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Happy 4th! Or rather, happy Day After The 4th! Or rather rather, “It Can Now Be Fall.”

Oh come on, you knew that was coming.

Anyways.

We had a blast yesterday! I was going to start this post by saying “OMG I’m the worst blogger/mama/documenter of our lives because I’m terrible about taking pictures,” but you know what? I took some! I didn’t take enough, and we never got one of us all together (#2019 goals) but I did get some and I even brought my real camera!

Anyways.

We have never done much for the 4th, but I’m trying to change that because it’s such a fun holiday! Neither one of us grew up with families that really went nutso for it (which is totally fine), but I kind of want to be nutso? Can I be a First Generation 4th of July Nutso?

I hope to maybe someday work up to that level. If you’re reading this and we’re friends, let’s go nutso together next year. 

Yesterday was pretty low-key, but for us it was practically the Royal Wedding because Bert took most of the day off and even came to town! Bert left the ranch, guys!

We took the boys to lunch where they behaved like angels and Wacey ate food. I am not kidding. Wacey ate restaurant food and enjoyed it, which is a big deal since he’s currently in a Picky 3-Year-Old phase, and Buster didn’t even throw much on the floor. Basically, it was magical. Bert was even on board for swinging past Starbucks, bless him, so we got to chat on the way home with two sleepy babes in the backseat and a coffee in my hand and oh, my stars.

After lunch, coffee, and a leisurely drive home, we camped out for naps and rest time, and then turned right back around and went to the rodeo (after turning off some water, feeding some horses, you know, the usual stuff that always happens when you’re going anywhere with a rancher). It’s such a treat to live close enough to town now that we can take a break in the middle of the day and go home if we want!

We got to the rodeo early enough to get a great parking space (is there anyone else who gets so much satisfaction out of this? You know, close but not too closer so you’re not having to hike to get there but you can still get out easily when it’s over?) and get a good place to sit (another love language of mine).

The rodeo was pretty good, and the fireworks afterwards were great. I love a good firework show, and I love that in small towns we don’t have to fight crowds of thousands of people to see one! Wacey absolutely loved it, Buster got scared and held on to me for dear life (which, let’s get real, I will take any day because baby snuggles) but still watched the show, so maybe next year?

So, we’ll count this as a success, and I’m already scoping shirts for next year.

Happy Mondayest Thursday, it’s pouring rain here (Hallelujah!) and I’m going to go finish the pan of 4th of July Rice Krispies because ‘Merica.

 

Family · On The Ranch

A Family Affair

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Do you remember going with your parents on “Take Your Kid to Work Day,” or when you had a day off from school? I grew up in the city–Denver–and remember those days so well! I remember camping out under the conference room table at my mom’s office, eating snacks, or playing dolls and listening to CCR with my dad in his office while he worked.

When we bring our kids to work, they may not get fun snacks in a conference room table fort, or get to have their own desk to “work” on, but they have a ball and we’re lucky that on a ranch, there’s a whole lot of “Take Your Kid to Work Days!”

A couple of weekends ago, we preg-checked our fall-calving cows (to see who was pregnant and who was not) and it was so  fun. I didn’t really help, to be sure–the boys and I showed up late (but can you blame us, the vet was there at 6:15!) and mostly just went because we just love working cattle. The boss’ whole family was there, too, with some of the neighbors and the owners, so we had 70+ years between the oldest (the owner) and the youngest (Buster).

The kids were pushing the cows from the tub to the chute, the neighbors were pushing the cows up the alley to the tub, the vet was doing his thing, Bert was running the chute, the owner and his wife were vaccinating and taking care of the records, the boss was checking teeth*, and his wife was making sure the kids were actually helping, and taking over when they needed a hand. I was taking pictures, offering encouragement and bad jokes, and we were all holding Buster, haha.

The kids only hit each other in the face with the flags a couple of times, one of the girls got peed on by a cow but only a little bit, the owner’s wife made the most delicious snickerdoodles, and Buster didn’t eat too much dirt or dirt-like substances, so we’ll count it as a major success.

Afterwards, everyone got wet (or downright soaked) putting horses in trailers and packing up supplies, but we were so grateful for the rain that not a soul complained, and it made lunch together a little festive. I love that we get to spend time together, and that it’s always a family affair when it comes to this ranching gig.

Except when it’s reaaaaalllll hot outside. Then I’m busy. With something inside. I won’t always have the excuse of “it’s too hot for the baby!” but you’d better bet I’m going to use it while I can.

*as cattle get older, their teeth can get worn down or fall out altogether, and that can make it hard for them to eat, so we check teeth to make sure they are living their best life. Plus, our country is so rocky that their teeth can wear down faster!

 

 

Family · On The Ranch · Personal

Lately, Otherwise Entitled “Life is Crazy, It’s Beef Month, and I’m Slightly Obsessed with my Children.”

So, apparently I took an unintentional break from blogging. For awhile, I think things are going to be a little sporadic than I’d like round these here parts, but you never know, I might find some as-yet-undiscovered reserve of energy and time management and just get allll the things done! I’m trying to balance everything, and this is truly one of my favorite spaces, but when time gets short it’s one of the first things to go because time is usually short due to things that can’t go. I have faith that I’ll be back on a good schedule in a month or so! Until then, some things!

  1. First of all, Happy May! It’s Beef Month, so I hope I can get all my ducks (cows?) in a row and actually plan content for this month because I love May and I love beef and I love you so I want to combine all those things. But see #10 for why I might slack major.beef brockle cow
  2. So much cooking! We’re branding calves, which means feeding hungry cowboys, which means in the last week I’ve cooked three lunches for 15+. It may  not sound like a big deal, but having a full-blown lunch done (plus house picked up and tables clean and floors cleanish because #toddlers) by 10:30-11 is tough. But, we’re done branding Bert’s calves, so I don’t think I need to cook until next week when I’m fixing lunch for a neighbor’s branding. I enjoy it, but it takes up a lot of time.
  3. Sustainability! I have SO much amazing stuff to share with y’all, I’m honestly just having a hard time organizing it all. We’ll get there, though. I’d like to do a series about it, maybe starting at the end of May when things die down a little. Here is the link to the page about my position as a Sustainability Officer with the U.S. Farmer’s and Rancher’s Alliance!
  4. We have a pacifier-free toddler! Wacey has been in love with his Wubbanubs since the moment he was born, and we were stalling on getting him weaned from them because we were pretty sure it would be tough since transitions–formula to milk, bottle to cup, crib to bed, etc–have been hard for him, but nope. We started kind of gradually, first by implementing the “No wubs at any time except sleep time” rule, then mysteriously losing one (he had two, and we legit lost one. I thought we just sneakily left it in the truck but nope, that monkey’s gone), and talking about how it’s going to be time to get rid of them soon, but we were still stalling for sure.

    On Monday evening, we were playing and while Wacey had his head thrown back in laughter from a tickle attack, Bert said (quietly to me) “Yikes, his teeth are pretty bad.” And yes, y’all, they are. You can definitely tell that he’s a pacifier kid, and that’s okay, and I know his teeth will move back, but it’s pretty dramatic and I don’t want to set him up for any dental problems in the future, so we decided right then that it was time. We cut the pacifier off his last remaining Wubbanub, talked a little bit more about it, and that was that. He had a hard time falling asleep the first night, and wanted to keep the animal part of the wub with him, but since then it’s been smooth sailing. He’s talked about it a little bit, mainly in the context of Buster’s being okay to have a wub since he’s still a baby, but it seems like a nonissue and I’m so gosh darn proud of that kid.

    Next up: potty training because he really, really wants to go to preschool in the fall (I suspect because he thinks all school buses are “magical” and he’s obsessed with other kids) and he’s required to be potty trained for that (which is annoying, but I do get it). Wow. Apparently I had a lot to say about that.

  5. I started BBG last week, and guys? I kind of love it. I don’t love the half hour that I’m doing it, but I love how hard it is and how much it’s making me work in just a short period of time. Three workouts in and I’m so sore I can barely move, and it’s amazing. I’m not doing it to lose weight, really, but more to get some muscle tone back. Babies have made me soft and I want to feel strong again and feel good in my body. I’ve tried other workout programs in the past, but I think this is going to be the one that sticks because it’s so hard. Three days a week is about all I can manage for formalized workouts (I walk most of the other days, but I need weights with my “cardio” #notarunner). I’ve got the app and it’s great! It’s 12 weeks, so my goal is to stick with it for 12 weeks and then take progress photos and re-assess. I can’t wait to see how it goes!
  6. I’m obsessed with–I guess they’re called snapbacks now? Lord help me I’m getting unhip in a hurry. Anyways, they fit my big ole noggin better than a regular ballcap, and I want 500 of them to wear when I can’t be bothered (or it’s too windy) to fix my hair which–let’s face it–is nine out of ten days. So I ordered this baby, and I love it. Next on the wishlist: this cheetah numbermmb hat
  7. Every now and then there’s a day that works out way better than I planned, and we had that day on Friday. We had to drive to Ruidoso to the MVD and I wanted to get there at 8am when they opened because last time we had to wait for nearly four hours and it’s the only place to get a VIN inspection and woof. Anyways, we got it done and were left with way more time to kill than I thought. So, I stuck Bub in the stroller, and Wacey and I pushed him around midtown Ruidoso which is pretty adorable. We ate delicious multicolored ice cream, did a little shopping, and let every lady ever hold Buster and shake Wacey’s hand because how can you not? We didn’t step foot in a grocery store (only because Bert and I had a date night planned for the very next night so I knew I’d run into the store then ha) and just toodled around and it was lovely.
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  8. I needed a few new items of more professional clothing for my upcoming USFRA trip to Vancouver, and I ordered this beautiful top to wear with skinny slacks (or nice jeans if it’s a little more casual) and heels and it’s perfect.peach embroidered top
  9. Buster still isn’t walking, but let me tell you what: tiny fat boyfriend is an indestructible climber and general wrecking ball. He is so much more wild and fearless than Wacey is–I think he’s just waiting on walking because he knows he’s going to give us a major run for our money once he’s vertically mobile. I know I already shared this picture on social media but can you blame me for posting it again??Buster the beautiful Ralph Lauren model
  10. I have some big stinkin’ news to share later this week (NO I am not pregnant), so stay tuned for that little piece of oh-so-exciting information. We need to inform all interested parties before I spill the beans on social media, ya feel?
  11. Another thing I’m excited for? This.
Family · On The Ranch

It Might As Well Be Spring

DSC_0016DSC_0021DSC_0027DSC_0032DSC_0063DSC_0078DSC_0082DSC_0051DSC_0002DSC_0006If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that it’s branding season in New Mexico! This is, hands down, one of my favorite times of the year. It means spring is here, and gosh, it’s so much fun. It’s a chance for everyone to get together and have a good time while also getting work done.

If you’re new to the blog, or not involved in ag, let me give you the 30-second skinny on branding. If you know what’s up as far as branding goes, feel free to skip to the next paragraph! We brand our cattle to show ownership, and it’s one of the oldest traditions of ranching in the American West. It’s also a law in many states, and comes in handy to identify cattle if they get mixed with a neighbor’s. A brand is much easier to read than an ear tag, and unlike ear tags or buttons, a brand will never fall out or come off. There are two types of brands: hot iron brands and freeze brands. Hot brands are the traditional method, and use a branding iron heated either over a fire or an electric iron to burn a brand into the top layer of flesh to make a scar. It’s good to keep in mind that the flesh of a cow is much, much thicker than a human’s, so branding cattle is not the same as putting a branding iron on your own skin, and the vast majority of calves suffer no ill effects–not just eventually, but right away. Being away from their mothers for the short while it takes to brand seems to affect them more! Freeze brands are typically used for horses, or for individual identification on cattle in addition to a hot brand, and are done with an iron cooled to very low temperatures with liquid nitrogen. A freeze brand is different from a hot brand in that it affects the hair follicle, and causes the hair to grow back white. If you have more questions about branding, I’d be so happy to answer them!

This first branding was a blast. It was my horse client’s branding, so Bert came to ride a few of his horses that I’m selling so that I could get pictures and video for the website, and it’s always fun to have a mid-week day date with all of my boys. Wacey is old enough now to help a little, and had so much fun wrestling calves (while eating cookies simultaneously, of course, check out his right hand in the first picture) and being part of the crew. He kept saying “I a cowboy, mama! Like daddy!” and it was adorable. Buster enjoyed being cooed over by everyone there and trying his first cookie, and in true ranch kid fashion conked out about halfway through for a really good nap right there in the barn.

We have a lot more brandings on the docket, so we’re all excited to neighbor and get together with folks that we don’t see very often, or wish we saw more of! It’s fun to get up early, get everyone dressed and horses saddled, and drive out while the sun is rising with Yetis full of something hot, and the boys dozing in the backseat. It’s definitely one of my happy places!

You won’t see any pictures of the gather–we got there, and the boss asked if I could drive the cake truck to help guide the cows in because the way to the pens at his place can get tricky, and the cows sometimes miss the gate. I had no idea where I was going, and haven’t driven a stick in years but we got it done, and Bert assured me that when I was stopped trying to figure out where to go next (I didn’t see the open gate that was right there until the cows were pretty much on top of us) it just seemed like I was waiting for everyone to catch up.

Of course I was. I know what’s up. No confusion or mini-freakouts here. Not this gal.

My stellar cake wagoning aside, it’s Easter Week! We’re over here rejoicing about so many things, including warmer weather and rain in the forecast, dates with friends on the calendar, Easter festivities, and, of course, the wonderful sermons and messages that abound this week. This is a season of good news and hope and renewal for so many reasons, and kicking it off with a branding last Friday felt perfect.

PS: in the spirit of Easter, did you see the post about the boys’ Easter baskets? I can’t wait! Holidays are so magical and fun with little kids when they know what’s up. The anticipation and the excitement is contagious, and I’m so thankful for it.

Buster · Celebrate · Family · Personal

Happy Birthday Buster!

As I’m writing this, it’s been almost one year to the minute exactly since Buster was born! I remember that day a year ago so well–it was fast but not too, and easy as far as births go, and the recovery was so darn quick that I still can’t believe it. And that’s sort of how things have gone since then! Fast but not too, and easy.

Our biggest little cowboy is the happiest, silliest chunk I’ve ever had the privilege to know, although I do know I’m biased. His checkup is next week, but at his sick visit a month ago he weighed in at 28 1/2 pounds, so I’m putting my best on a prime 29 for his current weight. He wears mostly 24 month clothes, but finding pants to fit around his thighs is an adventure. He loves food (except whole fruit and juice, oddly?) and eating is the best part of his day. He’s not walking or even standing unsupported yet, but we’re not fussed because this kid is just not ergonomically designed for vertical movement currently, but it will happen. But, he can speed crawl and pull himself up a cruise a little bit, and his fine motor skills are top-notch. Also hilariously, he doesn’t speak. He just smiles. He has words he can say, he just doesn’t, and that’s how he rolls. He also has the most expressive little face–he scrunches and puffs and crinkles and grins and oh, I can’t even.

He, like his brother, is a pretty great sleeper, but also like his brother gets multiple teeth at a time (he’s currently working on all four top teeth) so sleep is rougher when he’s teething and I don’t blame him. We never actually really sleep-trained him; the big kicker for us was to get him OverNites diapers and once he stopped peeing though his pajamas at night, he stopped waking up (imagine)! He goes to bed around 6:45-7, and wakes up between 6:45 and 7:45 usually. He likes to sit and squawk and play in his crib for a bit in the morning, and is the happiest darn baby when he wakes up. He still takes a morning nap from about 9:30-11:30, and an afternoon nap from 1:00-3 or 4, depending on the day.

He and Wace are best friends so far, unless Wace is taking his stuff or dragging Buster around by the feet of his pajamas. They sit and make each other howl with laughter in the car and it’s even more hilarious because they laugh exactly the same, and from the front seat it’s impossible to tell who is actually laughing! He loves to play with everything, but especially blocks, doors, bigger trucks, books, and bead mazes. His favorite foods are spaghetti, peanut butter sandwiches, smoothies and fruit pouches (but no solid fruit?), quesedillas, chicken noodle soup, turkey, cheese–anything that’s  not sweet (besides ice cream and cake), mainly, he doesn’t discriminate! Oh and no carrots. Hates those things. Again–cooked carrots. Don’t blame him.

He’s such a joy. His bad moods are always hunger- or sleep-induced, and he’s so easy going. He’s still a major snuggler, and loves to be carried around. He will let any human every carry him, and is such a good sport when Wacey wrestles him.

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Celebrate · Day in the Life · Family

Photo Every Hour: The Johnstons Go To Town

Y’all, it’s been a hot minute. I’ve acquired some new projects (more soon) and my consistency in scheduling in all areas of my life has really gone to the dogs and if those dogs are anything like my yelping, jumping, cow-chasing pack of pups, it’s not pretty. But, I think we’re getting into a groove a little bit which is exciting, and once I get everything figured out and get the go-ahead to share, I’ll let y’all know what’s going on!

Yesterday, we took the boys to town to kick off Buster’s first birthday week! It’s been a long time since all four of us were in town together–I usually go alone with the boys to run errands during the week–and it was such a great day. And not just because I got fancy coffee and didn’t have to cook a lick unless you count cutting peanut butter sandwiches into fun shapes with cookie cutters as cooking. In which case, hold my beer and call me Emeril. But really my water, because if I drink beer I fall asleep because #babies.

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Awake. And, I mean, everyone come see how good I look. Let me tell you what–springing forward isn’t my fave; it’s supposed to be light in the morning, after all! But awake, hair still wet from the night before, lookin’ goooood. (Side note: I just learned the trick of letting your hair sit with conditioner on under a shower cap for a bit in the shower, and then twisting it up into a tight Trunchbull knot overnight to dry it in the morning and guys, it has made my life 100 times easier on days that I need to fix my hair which are going to be more frequent soon. All that conditioner soaking in overnight and airdrying a bit cuts down on dryness and frizz and dry time so much. It’s a miracle if your hair, like mine, resembles something closer to Mufasa, the Beast, or a Brillo pad than an actual head of human hair.)

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We’re all in the car, fixed up and heading into town! It’s 90 miles sooooo basically tiny road trip.8 am
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Selfie in the Starbucks mirror because it was really busy and I didn’t want to get caught taking selfies and I was too busy inhaling my coffee the moment I got it. Bert got a caramel latte, ps, which makes me giggle to no end since other than his few cl’s a year, he drinks his coffee blacker than tar. Also, the guy who turned him on to caramel lattes is the roughest, toughest, whiskey drinking-est cowboy I know, which makes my heart so darn glad. 9am
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We went to this cute little park/zoo in Roswell, and the boys loved it. It was almost empty since it was a little chilly by southeastern New Mexico standards, and it was so fun to stroll around with coffee watching Wacey go nuts over the animals and Buster go nuts over Wacey going nuts. It’s not a big zoo, and mostly has native animals like bobcats and owls and pronghorn, but he loved seeing animals up close that he usually only sees running (or flying) away while we’re caking cows or something.
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Another thing at the zoo? My dream pet. Seriously, sign me up for alllll the mini horses. 11am

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Time for foooooood. Also known as Buster’s very favorite part of every day. We’ve learned we have to pace him or else he overeats and throws up spectacularly, so we make sure to give him pre-lunch so he doesn’t double-fist real lunch.
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Food was inhaled and was delicious, although we really miss our favorite Mexican restaurant in Colorado–the irony is rich that we haven’t found anything quite as good 200 miles from actual Mexico.1 pm

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I finally broke down and got a Sam’s membership–I’m sort of a diehard Costco devotee, but there isn’t one near us, and there are certain things that are so much more affordable when they’re bought in massive quantities (hi, 400 pounds of berries) and also make it a little easier to get staples once a month. We tried the online order and pick up, which worked out pretty well, and I’ll definitely use that option again. It was nice to not have to load the boys in the cart and spend an hour or more strolling around (and going way over budget because I buy all.the.things). I ordered mostly fresh stuff this time–chicken tenderloins, lots of fresh fruit and veggies, frozen fruit for smoothies, yogurt, pesto because my basil plant died, lunch meat, and six loaves of bread because my children are obsessed with peanut butter sandwiches.

We also made a stop to one of my very favorite places (Tractor Supply) because when ranchers go to the Big City they can’t stop at just one place. We grabbed dog food for our canine gang, buckets for the boys’ Easter baskets because I haven’t met a basket that isn’t destroyed or at least maimed in under ten minutes by my tiny frat bros, and a visit to the very best clearance aisle I’ve ever seen. I snagged matching jammies, a little birthday present for Buster, and got started on Christmas because when in Rome, buy Christmas gifts when they’re on massive sale  (if you know the Tractor Mac books, I found a big, all-metal model red Mac-y Farmall tractor on sale for $15 haaaaay and had to stop myself from buying all three that they had plus a giant combine but we’re not farmers soooo…)
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I have no picture of three because we were just driving home, again, so just picture the first car selfie but with two sleeping babes in the back and two worn out parents in the front. If we won the Powerball you’d better bet we’d hire a driver. Or a helicopter. Both. We’d get both.

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Home again home again. The boys did their thing while I cleaned out the fridge (ew) and put up groceries and Bert fed horses and dogs. I’ll tell you what, we’re in a sweet spot where both boys can play together or separately for short spaces of time, and it’s a gamechanger. For awhile, it felt like I couldn’t do anything around the house when both boys were awake. It’s so fun to see what they like to do–Wacey bounces around, but Buster’s favorite place is the mudroom where all of the bigger trucks are.4pm 24pm

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More Sunday evening shenanigans! And if you’re wondering why Wace is sitting on our dining room table playing with his train, it’s not because we’ve now reached that level of Country where we’re into feet on the table, but because Buster is a very efficient destroyer of train tracks and so we have to prevent him King Kong-ing his big brother’s trains for obvious reasons.5pm5pm 11
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Informal dinner. We usually all sit down at the dining room table and have dinner at the same time, but that obvs didn’t happen (#keepinitreal). The boys were a little cranky from the weird schedule (check out the bags under Buster’s eyes), and Bert and I were both still full of deee-licious Mexican, so we turned on Lonesome Dove and let the boys eat whenever.6pm 16pm 2.
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Buster went to bed at 6:45 or so, and Wace and I went to read books not long after. Once the boys were both in bed and settled, I made a smoothie, Bert made a sandwich, and we sat down for some good old Netflix.
7pm 17pm 2
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Netflixing and working on some horse registrations for a client. We know how to party.8pm

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A book and bed. Town days always wipe us out!9pm