- Just ordered my L.L. Bean New Baby mocs and I can’t wait! After more debate than I care to admit, I ended up going with the women’s Wicked Good Camp Moccasins instead of the Wicked Good Moccasins, only because the lack of fleece collar makes them less slipper-y and thus more acceptable to wear in public when I don’t feel like actual shoes for a few months 😉
- Wacey’s birthday is on Tuesday and I am so excited. Like I’ve said before, we’re not doing a party, per se, but we’re sort of stretching it out into a birthday week since grandparents are coming this weekend and next, and for his actual birthday, we’re starting the day with balloons and chocolate donuts and tractor rides and you guys? It’s supposed to be in the fifties all next week, and this weekend too! Perfect for a brand new sandbox! And a break from the cold and snow that’s kept us cooped up the last couple of days. I can’t wait! Walks every day, not having to bundle up to go outside, actual warm sunshine…ahhhhh. Actually, it’s just like the weekend he was born, which is very fitting. Lovely weather for the most sunshiney boy.
Now, I just need to get over the sticker shock of how much play sand costs. Yikes. And the ridiculousness that we have to drive almost 40 miles each way to get the sand since the local farm store only has two cubic feet in stock. Who on earth only needs two cubic feet of play sand? No one, folks.
- Blogging is hard when you’re not feeling very creative, especially when that lack of creativity is due to struggle somewhere else. I’m never sure what to write when there’s a lot going on at home, or when there are hard things going on in life that aren’t really share-able. I want to be as transparent as possible, but when the hard things aren’t just your things, or even primarily your things, privacy is the most important. But, that’s the point of learning how to blog and navigate the bear that is the internets, right? We’ll figure it out.
- I (finally) ordered a book about light exposure because I’m frustrated at the quality of my pictures, and I want to take more high-quality, blow-up-and-frame pictures of my boys. It comes highly recommended by one of my favorite bloggers who captures the most beautiful moments of her kids, so I have high hopes. Our favorite photographer won’t be out here until June, so I’m hoping to get some decent shots of the four of us (!!) when Bub is still a newborn with my tripod and remote. Also, what on earth is the point of having a DSLR if you don’t know how to use it? There is no point. That is the answer to that question.
- Next Friday, I’m taking a tour of a packing plant (read: slaughterhouse), and I’m so excited. I’ve toured the plant before, but it’s been many years, and I’m looking forward to seeing it with fresh eyes and taking piles and piles of notes to share with you. Now, I just have to figure out what on earth to wear because I’m fairly certain sweatpants and Uggs won’t fly, even for a very pregnant lady, especially since it’s technically a work thing.
- I’m currently on the hunt for a reasonably-priced double Bob stroller on Craigslist. Pray for me.
- If you follow me on Insta, you’ll know that we had a THIRD set of twins this morning. If you don’t follow me on Insta, we had our third set of twins this morning! What on earth?! I mean, no one is complaining, all the calves and mamas (and foster mamas, post next week!) are doing really well. One of the other cowboys has also had a set of twins, too, so we’ve had four so far this year, and we’ve calved out maybe 10% of the cows.
- We’re so excited to have a snuggly little newborn around, but when people tell you that babies just keep getting more fun, they’re so right. Wacey was so good (I mean, impressively, miraculously, held-my-hand-the-whole-time good) while we were walking all over Home Depot getting sandbox sand taken care of that I took him to get a little treat (okay, and one for me too) and it was so fun sit with him and giggle for a little while. He loved choosing his own drink and sitting in his own chair and thought the writing on the cookie was amazing.
- We just finished the movie The Duel (western-esque with Woody Harrelson and Liam Hemsworth). It was okay–the trailer made it look a little better than it was. I hope that someday someone will revive the art of making the Western movie without all the weird stuff. That being said, it wasn’t bad, truly! Just a little strange with some unnecessary plot points and superfluous snake action.
- Can we all agree that Sam Hunt is not actually country? I mean, it seems like most of what’s on the radio these days isn’t really, either, but that guy has yet to have a song that’s even close. I’m not hating on him, I think he’s just really in the wrong genre. Also that song a gal sings about a tuxedo, and something some kid sings about putting a label on it. I’m not sure what’s up with that. Again, not hating, just confused. It makes me feel old. Like, really old. Like the mom who is like “What is this? This is terrible!” while changing the radio station to oldies while her kids groan in the backseat and my kid’s only two. However, Wacey dances equally enthusiastically to Willie’s Roadhouse and Andy Grammar, so maybe he won’t mind if I change the station when he’s older.
- To end on a bright note, these shoes.
Aaaaand I just remembered I have quesadillas in my diaper bag that really ought to get into the fridge. On that note, happy Saturday night, see you Monday (or Tuesday, at the rate I seem to be going).
I had almost a whole “Currently” post written, and went back and re-read it, and holy complaining, Batman! I’ve hit the point in my pregnancy where I can’t quite keep a handle on my feelings (and there are so many feelings), and things have felt a little out-of-control and stressful lately, but I don’t want that to be the new normal for the next few months. It’s so easy to fall into the deep, dark pit of “I hate everything.” But, I don’t like being in that pit, and it’s not fair to my boys for me to be in that pit.
So I scrapped that post, and instead I’m going to share some positive, happy things, although I am a day late and a dollar short. Ah, well.
Oh, baby things. They never cease to give me the warm fuzzies. I can’t wait to get my hands on some of these bibs! We loved having bandana-style bibs for Wacey–they seemed less bulky and easier to manage, but I was washing all of his baby clothes for Bub and most of them are so milk-stained that I think we need new ones. In my search for non-stupid bibs, I came across this etsy shop and I’m in love! I tend to dress my babies in plain onesies, too, so these are perfect.
We don’t do “push presents,” but I am gifting myself a pair of new moccasins (I’ve talked about them before, I know), because my old ones are shot and since I’ll be living in mocs from the moment we leave for the hospital to the moment I feel like a human again, I think it’s an appropriate investment. I know a girl that got a BMW as a push present, so this isn’t quite on that scale, but they do look prettttty cozy, and I love the blue. After the spend-spend-spend of the holiday season, I am trying to be so much more mindful of what I spend money on, but I’ve done my research and these are perfect. Now, LL Bean, please have a sale. Love, me.
Wacey’s SECOND (what?!) birthday is in a few short weeks, and I’m so excited about the present we got him–a sandbox! He got so many gifts for Christmas that we didn’t feel the need to go crazy for his birthday. I found this one for a great deal at Target, and yes, it’s a little cheesy, and I would have preferred a wooden one, but it’s going on our deck (to help mitigate the rattlesnake situation) so we needed one with both a bottom and a cover that’s easy to move around. We’re not doing a big birthday party, but we’re going to spend the day doing what Wacey wants to do. I’m envisioning balloons everywhere, chocolate donuts for breakfast, spending most of the day at the barn, and a trip into town for frozen yogurt and chicken lo mein.
Or just six hours in a tractor. You know.
Valentine’s Day has never been a big holiday for us since we’re always calving, but I have to admit that I love Valentine’s candy. I’m trying hard to cut back on the sugar as it exacerbates these wild mood swings, but when I do indulge I love to have a little heart-shaped box of chocolates, or some conversation hearts. I’m also really interested in trying Halo Top ice cream as part of this new effort!
I also picked up some craft supplies today to make a few Valentine’s banners for around the house, and I’m so looking forward to some pink festiveness in this house full of boys!
Also in the less-sugar realm, I’m back to drinking more tea instead of Starbucks Via Refreshers as my caffeine source. I don’t know why I ever stop drinking tea, because I really do love having a mug of something hot, and the no calories/no sugar (I drink it black) is really a big bonus. I have a couple go-tos (Bigelow’s Plantation Mint and Constant Comment), and I discovered that Amazon carried their Green Tea with Mint so I ordered a big box it’s so good. I love mint tea, my tummy loves mint tea, my mood and head love caffeinated mint tea, we’re just so happy together. My favorite decaf option is, of course, Celestial Seasonings’ Peppermint.
You know what else I love? Finding new shops to follow on Instagram, new podcasts to listen to, and new books to read. New additions: Southern Fried Chics Boutique on the Insta; Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me and Pantsuit Politics for podcasts; and Hidden Figures, Sudden Death, Evicted, and the Magnolia Story are on request at the library. The latest episode of the Happy Hour with Jamie Ivey featured Anne behind Modern Mrs. Darcy, and expanded my must-read and must-listen-to list exponentially!
And, of course, I’m still living in my jogger sweats. If you’re pregnant, get you some. Seriously.
I hope your Saturday was wonderful!! I am not going to talk about politics much here, but I will say that I hope your day, regardless of what you did or who you voted for, was about being proud to be an American, and the rights that we are so blessed to have in this country, and not about being hateful. I hope that we can all be tolerant of and kind to one another no matter what–I hope this also extends to your friends and family who voted differently from you!
On that note, it’s Documentary and Dessert night here in the Johnston household, so we’re keepin’ it classy with Milk Duds and Oreos with a side of a documentary about ISIS. I know, it’s hard to not be suuuuuper jealous of and intimidated by our rockstar lifestyle.
We started the weekend off strong with a visit down to the pens on Friday afternoon to check out the new baby calves. If you’ve noticed a theme where we are at the barn a lot, you’re right! I can’t not take Wacey down there as it’s his favorite place to be, and so it’s mine, too.
Saturday morning was a win with a chocolate donut for this maniac, who didn’t enjoy it at all, obviously. We bundled ourselves up, and strollered down to the barn to check calves for Bert since he was moving cattle on another part of the ranch.
Our cold walk was rewarded by the birth of a new baby calf we’d been waiting on! This mama did a great job getting her new baby licked dry and he up and nursing in no time.
During Wacey’s nap, I got the final touches put on our master calving book, which is a gigantic labor of love (and necessity), and it feels so good! I spend days putting together calving books for each member of the crew as well as a big, fancy one for my records, and cleaning up our database so it’s all fresh and clean.
I also did some more mucking out and organizing (of course) and ordered the last few things for Stage 2 (of oh, a hundred) of our downstairs fix-up. I can’t wait to share once it’s all put together!
By some miracle, the frigid, foggy morning that we’d expected to stay around all day turned to fifty degrees and sunny by Saturday afternoon, so there was really nothing for it but to go down to the barn and help Bert feed the cows and enjoy the sunshine. But mostly, mess with the cows! Of course. Bert tends to have a little less to do on the weekends (due to busting his butt during the week), so weekend afternoons are fun since we can spend more time just goofing off and looking at things. And opening and closing all the gates, of course.
Some families do a lovely and much more photogenic brunch-and-park combo on the weekend, we do family barn time. After all, the family that gets poop on their boots together, stays together right? Or at least takes their boots off in the mudroom together.
I think that’s the next big country hit–“Poop on my Boots.” Remember folks, you heard it here first!
Anyways. We fed some cows because, oddly enough, they need to eat every day. Imagine! We fed them round bales today, and the gals were not enthusiastic about how long it took for me to get the net wrap off (#dullknifeprobs). Also, it’s sort of a big deal to stand up from a crouching position when you’re in your third trimester gestating what feels like a block of cement.
“Umm excuse me. Excuse me. Are you going to get the wrap off that bale any time soon? Because I’m pretty pregnant. And pretty hungry. Also pregnant. Seriously. Wait, are you taking pictures? Are you taking my picture? I NEED FOOD.”
“Hey. HEEEEEYYYYYYYY! HAAAAAAAY! WHY IS SHE TAKING SO LONG?? WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LONG?”
Girls, I’m stuck. Give me a minute.
Don’t worry girls, that’s what I look like when I eat, too. A little less roughage, though, maybe.
After we got done feeding, Wacey had to run around and inspect everything. Don’t worry, all is ship shape!
After we got home, we sat on the porch and basked in the sunshine while Wacey (aka General McMullet) perused the latest bull catalog and let us know all his top picks. He’s big into the Stabilizers this year.
Yesterday was a pretty typical Sunday: lots of laying around, planning for the week and spending long-overdue time with my devotional, laundry, and watching Netflix. PS–I had no idea the book The Magicians was made into a TV series and I am in Nerd Heaven right now!
I also cleaned out one of the dressers in
Wacey’s the boys’ (<—WHAAAAAT) room for Bub’s clothes, and washed and folded all the tiny clothes and baby blankets. Cliche alert, but I can’t believe Wacey was ever that tiny, or that Bub will be too! Having tiny baby clothes and diapers in my hands made me even more excited for Bub’s arrival, and made the chores to get done feel even more urgent. Although, we’re pretty much there on the essentials: he’s got a place to sleep, clothes to wear, a carseat to come home in…buuuuut his mama sure would be happy if her office space was ready to go, a double jogger was sitting on the porch, and the baseboards were clean!
It was supposed to snow buckets, but we only got a dusting (a blessing in calving season!) so we went out to an early dinner at the Mexican restaurant in town which happens to be ah-mazing. I mean, so good. Unlike this picture that I managed to snap before my obsessed-with-looking-at-pictures-of-himself-toddler needed to gaze upon his visage to his little heart’s content.
Lazy Sundays are the best.
Now excuse me while I deny the coming of Monday by burying myself in our freshly laundered flannel sheets