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Takeaways from Life with Two

brothersWe have two boys! Two. Bert and I look at each other in disbelief sometimes that we have kids, as in plural, as in more than one child. I can officially say I’m Married with Children, although thankfully Bert’s not Al Bundy (sorry, Al), and it’s weird and great all at the same time.

We’re about five weeks in, and because I know you all are waiting to hear how it’s been going (no? Oh) I’m going to share with you some nuggets of wisdom that I have learned:

If your room and your toddler’s room share a wall, get two sound machines. That way you will avoid the fun merry-go-round that was our Friday night involving one kid waking up, settling back down, and then the other kid waking up and then waking the other up , and then both waking up again because they’re so restless and making too much noise, and then you waking up (read: not waking up because you we already awake) and deciding that hell, Starbucks is only 17 minutes away so everyone get in the car but wait one second while I Amazon Prime this new sound machine.

Diapers. I don’t mind changing diapers, but it gets comical when you have a contest about who changed the most poopy ones in one day, or when you have both boys laying down to get diaper changes at the same time and the smell is overpowering and hilarious.

Wacey looks enormous.

Buster looks squishy and floppy.

Being exhausted and having a screaming toddler is a new kind of hell, but one that I’ve thankfully not visited much since apparently we can function much better on much less sleep than we used to. I guess that’s good?

“Gentle touch please” only goes so far, and then your toddler on purpose steps on his brother’s face.

Buy the big diaper bag.

Get prepared for your always-adorable, usually-the-center-of-attention toddler to really up his game at the grocery store since everyone immediately wants to coo over the baby. Be prepared to have conflicting feelings about this. Is it adorable, or mostly adorable with a side of slightly weird? Also be ready for that toddler to turn into a demon sometimes. Can you blame him though?

That same toddler will be amazingly tender and sweet to his brother, giving him kisses and begging to hold him, staring at his face and holding his little hands, and then do a complete 180 wherein you’d better move fast, lady, or your kid’s about to put an Crayola-colored, frustration-induced Uruk-hai handprint on his little brother’s face. Or step on it, as mentioned above. That’s only happened once, as I now know the warning signs.

Going out with only one kid is like a vacation. Going out with just the baby means you might forget he’s there. Not literally, though. Just figuratively? Going out with two kids requires planning and snacks, and not being in a hurry, but I highly recommend it.

Fed is best, fed is best, fed is best. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, and if you’re the person doing the telling, stop it before I slap you upside the head.

When you go visit a friend and you’re early, driving around with sleeping baby in the backseat listening to podcasts (S-Town did NOT disappoint, someone please tell me they’ve finished it because I want to know their opinion re: mercury poisoning) is glorious. Add a smoothie onto that and man oh man, you’re living large.

Wearing the same sweatpants every day for a week is somehow more acceptable when you have two kids. I’m okay with this, because I have been. Week=three months, ps.

You’ll get a lot of questions about who looks more like who, and if you think the babies look alike. I think all newborns look like potatoes, but Buster looks like a potato that could be Wacey’s brother, so the answer to all those questions is yes.

Pumping becomes a whole new adventure once you get a car adapter, and your toddler yells “PUMP!” every two seconds while it’s on. I have to make sure I’m off the ranch before I get ‘er started, though, because I would rather be the Weird Anonymous Lady Pumping While Driving than Weird Anonymous Lady Pumping—Wait, That’s Cassidy, What’s Going on There?, while praying the blanket staying intact over the general frontal region of myself. I have no problem talking about pumping/nursing/breastfeeding/etc., and no shame, but you have to admit that a Human Milking Machine is a little weird, much less a mobile one.

It’s easier the second time around. I know it might not be the same way for everyone, but for me, it’s been vastly, extremely, outlandishly, scarily easier this time around. So much so that I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. My recovery was much faster, and I somehow avoided becoming a completely psychotic hormonal mess. I don’t mean to say it’s been easy, though. Just easier. I know a little  more what to expect, what to do, what’s normal. Buster only woke up once last night, though, and gosh that was a fluke but it was a glorious fluke that made me long for real sleep soon.

On that note, if you have a fitbit, don’t look at the sleep tracking part.

While we’re on sleep: you forget HOW LOUD NEWBORNS ARE AT NIGHT. THEY TURN INTO GREMLINS. Between the snarfing, heavy breathing, gagging, snorting, wiggling and the geriatric goat noise that is apparently the trademark of my Johnston Boys, it’s amazing those little babes get any sleep at all.

Your heart will get very, very full. Even when you’re exhausted and begging the baby to sleep, your heart will be so full. You may not know it, at that moment, but it is.

When both kids are crying, you and your husband will look at each other and try not to laugh at the zoo that is now your life.

You need Jesus. Lean in.

Your house that you kept reasonably clean with one baby will now resemble a barnyard that had a visit with a tornado that just went though a toy store. Go with it. Your kid’s eating off that dirty floor? You see that, I see immunities. 

Good books are clutch for late-night feeding/pumping/nursing/holding baby sessions, points for being able to immediately download them on devices with dimmable screens. I’ve legit read 20+ books this month, let me know if you need recommendations. I got you.

Buying an outfit that makes you feel like a million dollars in your in-between body stage is worth it. Do it. Especially if you have a social engagement or any event that you’re nervous to attend! Here’s mine.

It’s harder with two to slow down and enjoy your babies, especially on their own. But try, it’s so worth it. Also, get those two babies in your bed in the morning, because there’s nothing sweeter than brother snuggles. Until the hangry sets in and it’s breakfast all around, but for five minutes it’s so great.

We keep finding ourselves looking at Wacey’s pictures when he’s Buster’s age and just a little older, feeling nostalgic and excited for what’s next all at once.

Mostly, life with two means get ready for all the feels.

 

On The Ranch · Wacey

Branding with a Toddler

Happy Monday, and happy post-Easter sugar coma recovery! We spent the weekend relaxing, hunting eggs, and having fun with cousins, and now we’re all shaking our sugar sillies out and soaking in the sun and green grass.

Green grass means spring, and on ranches all over the country, spring means it’s branding season, as you probably know by now considering I’m sort of in love with branding time and don’t care who knows it!

Some ranches have one or two big brandings, or a whole month where they do nothing but brand. We brand in about ten small groups of 80-120 because we need to keep the cows in manageable groups for AI and it works better for us to keep them separate. So, one or two mornings a week you’ll find the whole outfit at one of the camps branding calves. This includes our littlest cowboys, too, and I get lots of questions about what I do with the boys while we’re branding since there are horses, calves, vaccine guns, ropes, branding irons, and the branding fire, and absolutely none of these things are toddler friendly.

Until this year, Wacey was confined either in my Solly wrap (when he was a baby baby) or my Ergo carrier (when he was bigger), or strapped into his stroller in the branding pen. I’ve also seen people used Pack N’ Plays for this purpose too–Wace didn’t care for that but I’ll try it again with Buster because I like the idea that they can have a little freer movement happening. We have a running joke that all of the ranch horses can be advertised as “stroller broke” should they ever be in a sale since they’re around the strollers so much!

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Since he’s bigger and more mindful of things (and of us) than he was last year, our Biggest Little Cowboy has been allowed to “help” this time around, and he really, really enjoys himself. Buster is, of course, not allowed to join in on the festivities in any other capacity than being strapped to my person in the Solly, which he prefers since he sleeps the whole time. If the weather sucks or it’s too windy, I’ll put Buster in the backseat of the pickup with the windows cracked and let him snooze. He prefers this scenario to being blown around and getting dust in his eyes, and it’s easy to check on him since the pickup is right there in the pen.

Even though Wacey loves helping, he’s still a toddler, and thus has about a five-minute attention span and an insatiable need for snacks. After three brandings so far, here’s what seems to work for us.

A pen and notepad. My responsibility at brandings since I seem to be perpetually kangarooing a tiny human consists of making a list of the calves we brand to keep our breeding sets and inventory straight. Wacey likes to follow me around with his record-keeping supplies and write his own notes. Bonus if he gets to use a pen that’s typically off-limits, like one of Bert’s ballpoint pens (off-limits due to his inexorable desire to draw on my leather sofas, both of which are currently sporting some WJJ original artwork).

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Snacks. I bring lots of snacks, including a little tupperware with some mini m&ms–those things will buy you lots and lots of time. He spent a half hour at one branding last week burying the m&ms in the dirt and then uncovering them and eating them. Rinse and repeat! #immunesystemsupport (right?)

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Cups and bowls and other things to put dirt in. Playing in the dirt is always a big time, so I keep plastic containers (Take n’ Toss cups, tupperware, ets) handy so he can have a little dirt-scooping sesh in between helping daddy. This is also helpful in pens where he can’t be in the middle of things because there’s not enough room and he needs to be occupied in another pen or behind the fence.

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Gates. When all else fails, or Wacey needs to be completely out of the way, I stick him in the nearest alley and watch him while he opens and closes gates!

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Dad. Bert lets him help him wrestle calves or give shots when he can, which basically consists of Wacey running around behind Bert yelling “Moooooooooo!!! Dada! Moooo!”

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The big, major disclaimer here is that one of us (or another responsible adult) is always with him, or he’s tucked safely out of the way. All the guys are always on the lookout for him, and we would not allow him to be loose like he is without the crew being on board. The guys are really good about being patient if he wants to help, or letting me know if they’re on an inexperienced horse so we can take a little more care to keep the boys safe while that horse is in the branding pen. It truly takes a village (or a ranch!). It also helps that Wacey lives for this stuff–he knows that he won’t be allowed to participate if he doesn’t mind us, and that’s the worst-case scenario for him. It’s also nice that we brand in the mornings when everyone is fresh and not overtired and it’s isn’t too hot. That helps keep us off the Overtired Struggle Bus, which is a super fun place to be when you throw in all the branding chaos and the mid-afternoon “Why aren’t adult naps a thing” slump.

Basically, we try to make branding pens as fun and safe for the littles as we can, while planning for complete meltdowns, bad weather, the dreaded Hangries, and the other livestock-related variables, while praying that everything goes off without a hitch.

Sometimes it’s a major success, and sometimes it’s a disaster, but it’s always a good time. Also, I am 100% convinced that there is nothing cuter than babies in cowboy hats, so that helps.

 

 

Buster · Family · On The Ranch · Wacey

First Branding of the Season

Saturday morning I loaded up the boys for the maiden voyage of the double stroller and we moseyed on down to the barn to brand our first set of calves! It was Wacey’s first year to get to “help” (in past years he’s been strapped to me in a carrier or in his stroller) and he had an absolute ball.  In between M&M breaks, he helped me take down numbers on his own notepad, and helped his daddy wrestle calves.

Buster spent the morning snoozing in my Solly wrap, which has occurred so often with Wace and now Buster that it’s a ranch joke that my kids could sleep through Armageddon. I don’t know if it’s the wrap, or genetics, or a combination of both, but the ability of both my boys to nap through the din of branding with cows and calves bawling, everyone talking and carrying on, horses snorting is absolutely uncanny. I love it, though. They get to snooze, I get to work, and we’re all happy!

Branding season is one of my favorite times. The first (and last, haha) ones are always kind of festive, and Saturday was no exception. We had the whole crew there, plus some neighbors, and a delicious brisket lunch in the barn. It was warm, but not hot, and not windy, so it was a lovely morning and a great start to the spring season.

I can already tell that ranch life with two boys is going to be so fun. Messy, sticky, hilarious fun. It’s also going to keep me on my toes–Wacey has no fear when it comes to calves and horses, so the minute he’s allowed to be horseback by himself we are in for some wild west adventures, let me tell you.

PS–doesn’t that little cowboy hat just kill you?! He’s starting to insist upon wearing it almost all the time, including with pajamas.

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Happy Monday! I’ve got a mountain of work (and laundry) to get done this week, which I’ll be doing in between wrangling babes, sweeping the floor that is now apparently applying for the position of Wacey’s Second Sandbox, and pumping. #momlife.

Speaking of #momlife, get thee to the nearest place wherest thou gets thine audiobooks (that was weird, remind me no more Olde English), and get Jim Gaffigan’s Dad Is Fat. SO GOOD.

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Lately

Last week I had my 36 week ultrasound, after which my doctor informed me that there’s very little chance I’ll make it to my due date, and even though I never though I would, it sort of set off a freak-out in my brain. Combine that with an unplanned day of working cows, and the blog took, like, tenth priority. Totally not fair, but all is sort of fair in love and impending childbirth, right?

So here’s the haps. We’re still calving! It’s still going well, we haven’t had any more twins, and there are about sixty cows left!new-calf

The weather’s been gorgeous, but we did get snow last week and have some more coming this week–it’s actually good since it’s been so dry. Our morning stroller trips to the calving barn are one of the best parts of the day!
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Aaaaand speaking of strollers…we found ours!! YAY! I’m SO excited. Like, unreasonably excited. We even came in under budget! #momlife
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And speaking of #momlife, our pregnant mare (on the left) is fat fat. I mean, all the horses are currently fat fat, but she’s taking pregnancy to a whole new level. Get it, girl.
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Last week, our favorite vet came down with some students in hopes that we’d have some things for them to look at as a practical lesson. Lo and behold, the day before they arrived, we had a calf break a femur! Not good, of course, but the good doctor and his students set the bone and put on a fancy splint in hopes that the calf (now named Forrest Gump, don’t judge) will make a recovery. It’s hard to fix broken limbs in calves, especially when they’re high up like this one, but we’re hopeful!
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Here’s Forrest with his fancy cast–it’s made of rebar and gauze and bandages and Frozen (yes, Frozen) duct tape, and it’s pretty amazing. Also he’s still a little sedated in this picture, hence the cloudy eyes. Bert brought his mom in so he gets plenty to eat and we’re hoping for 4-6 weeks with the cast on. So far, he seems to be doing okay!
broken-legThe vet and the students treated some sick calves, set another (less severe) broken leg, fixed a cow who wouldn’t clean (she calved but not all the afterbirth would come out), and pulled a calf. So, lots of “fun” vet stuff!

Our surprise cow working day on Friday was PAP testing heifers, which is one of my favorite things because I just love the vet that does it (the same vet that fixed up Forrest), and it’s so interesting! This vet PAP-ed our bulls in Montana so we’ve known him for years, and it’s so fun when he comes around. Plus, we do love our barn days! Bert’s in between AI groups on cows, so he took Wacey for the afternoon. It was so weird and yet exciting (and relaxing?) to be able to just work and not get snacks/milk/toys/etc.
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My outfit was on fleek, too. Belly shirts (crop tops?) are in, right? Also, apparently I have the lovely pregnancy skin pigmentation that I didn’t know about until…just now.
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Our local elk herd (on the hill in the middle of the picture) paid us a visit, too.
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There’s a rule that you can’t sit down while you’re working cows, but I violated it pretty flagrantly. Ah, well.
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THIS would be why. OH MY GOSH this is completely ridiculous. Like, what?!? I have SO MUCH ENERGY but I have to sit down because this is what happens if I don’t. By far my least favorite pregnancy symptom to date.

(I posted this picture on Insta and got some concerned texts from friends and family, thank you for worrying about me! My doctor’s seen the monster ankles, and since my blood pressure is low, and I don’t have any other high blood pressure symptoms, she’s not worried. And I have an appointment tomorrow. The good Lord just wants me to wear my new mocs a lot!)
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Also very much on the agenda: baby survival meal prep. Yesterday was breading chicken parm and chicken cutlets, making lots of sauces and marinades and packets of fajita seasoning, and thawing a billion pounds of beef and sausage. Today or tomorrow, some of that seasoning and all of that meat will be made into meatballs and fajitas, and sliced up for beef and snow peas. If Bub stays put (the theme of our lives right now), I’ll write a more detailed post later this week!

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Last week’s ultrasound was so hilarious! We didn’t get a ton of good pictures because he accidentally hit himself in the face and made himself mad, but it was so neat to watch him move and feel it at the same time. Also, totally got the bison swaddle set and I’m in love. I do like the Aden + Anais swaddles, but man alive these ones are delicious. They’re Little Unicorn brand, and are bigger and softer and thicker than the A+As, and the three-packs are a great deal! Girl mamas: their floral swaddles are so beautiful. I
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So there it is. Bert’s calving, I’m trying to get everything done for the baby’s arrival and finish up projects at work, Wacey’s being adorable and also two, and we’re all waiting on Baby Brother. It’s weird to be in the final “any time now” weeks because I want another two months to do everything, and I also want the baby to be born tomorrow. Give me a few more days to finish meal prepping and clean our bathrooms, though, and I’ll be firmly entrenched in the latter camp. Bert thinks March 9 will be the day, I think it will be the following weekend because it’s a full moon, and I had Wace on a full moon weekend. Wace still thinks a “brother” is a belly button, so I don’t think he gets to put in his vote quite yet!

Happy Monday, happy almost March (can you believe it’s almost March?!?) and thanks for bearing with me. I want so badly to be a regular blogger, and I’m truly working on it, but it’s hard to suppress my slightly obsessive have-to-get-everything-done-before-the-baby-comes tendencies that have been surfacing for the past six weeks!

On The Ranch · Wacey

Baby Calves

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Yesterday after we got back from the office, Wace and I took the stroller down to the barn to soak up all 65 degrees of the gorgeous afternoon and, of course, to go see daddy. We came home and stopped at the pivot behind the house to check out our baby calves! These mamas are a little protective, so I brought my bigger lens (and Gaucho) because they don’t always especially appreciate company, especially company in the form of an oddly-shaped lady and a tiny human.

There are about a hundred pairs (mamas + babies) out here right now, and other than a couple sick ones that Bert has been tending to, they’re all doing really well! I’m glad it’s been warm because although calves do just fine in the cold and snow, it’s nice to see them play in the sun.

One thing that cracks me up about baby calves is how silly they are. They run and play and jump and chase each other, and it’s hilarious, especially when they’re just learning how. During the day, everyone tends to spread out and play and lay in the sun, but as the evening comes on, the calves start to retreat to the tall grass. I also love the “it takes a village” mindset of the cows–often, you’ll see one or a few cows hanging out with a bunch of babies while their mamas graze or go to water. I hope they switch it up, or that the nursery cows like to mind all those crazy little bovines. Every now and then, you’ll see a calf that’s just had enough and needs to find mama now, and he’ll go trotting out into the pivot, bawling like he’s on fire, until his mama takes pity on him and comes to the rescue. The calves still get all their nutrition from milk, but some are starting to pretend graze, and it’s so funny to see them acting like big cows. They’re just like human toddlers– they can’t wait to be big. They’re also very dramatic, very hungry, and very much in love with their mamas, and like to throw fits.

We also spotted the geldings from way out–Bert hasn’t been riding as much, and the horses have been getting a break since their only job right now is to eat, which means we hardly see them. They’re going to be fat fat fat when it’s time to start spring work in the next month or two!

While I was taking pictures (I was using my 120mm lens which I kind of really suck with, so I was concentrating pretty hard), I heard all this giggling, and I look over and see this:

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I mean seriously. And Gaucho didn’t even care! What a silly situation; I about died laughing. If this is how the rest of my life is going to be with being a boy mama, oh my gosh bring it on because it’s so much fun! Although I so hope the boys refrain from sitting on Gaucho as they get older.

Wace has been telling me for the last ten minutes that a) the trash is gross and b) “Boxboxboxboxboxboxboxbox hathathathathathat” which means that there are coffee grounds in the trash can and it’s time for us to go get a hat on (he has to wear a hat outside) and go play in his sandbox.

May your Thursday be lovely, may your coffee be strong, may your Valentine’s treats still be in existence, and may you get a chance to be one of the free-grazing mamas at some point today!

Family · On The Ranch · Wacey

Weekend Update

I never thought of February as a busy month, but apparently it is. Here’s what we (okay, mostly me and Wace) were up to last week (because Bert was at the barn, doing Barn Things. Imagine).

The only way to describe last week’s weather was epic, which is partly to blame for my lack of posting. We’re talking sixties, y’all. In February. In Colorado. So we spend the grand majority of our time outside, going on walks, and I did a lot of sitting/working out on the porch while Wacey played. There is no better seat in the house to work on my computer than out on the porch in the morning sunshine with a happy toddler–so happy, in fact, that he can’t always wait to change his clothes to play, so we just slap a jacket on over his jammies. Priorities, right?

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Tuesday, of course, was Wacey’s birthday, so he spent the day at the barn with daddy, guzzling donuts, hollering excitedly about the balloons, and playing in his sandbox.

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Wednesday, Wace and I both had doctor’s appointments, but they were a few hours apart so we spent time in between getting lunch at Panera, going shopping for a couple of outfits for Little Brother including a coming-home outfit, playing at the park, waving for selfies, and treating ourselves after a long day with some chocolate for Wace (the ratio to ingested vs. smeared on face was pretty low, I think) and a Starbucks for me (God bless the Starbucks drive-through).

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The boys fed cows while I failed to take a single picture of any of the calves born last week (no more twins, though) and we visited the Turkey Farm (just kidding, that’s Headquarters).

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We also got some awesome mail, not to mention the beautiful gifts from friends and family for Wace, which were not photographed because Wacey knows what presents are now and who am I to ask the birthday boy to wait while I take a picture? I love getting mail, even if it’s just boring stuff I ordered!

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I didn’t end up getting to go on the tour of the packing plant that was supposed to happen Friday, but we’ll reschedule–things came up, not the least of which was some major water trouble down at the calving barn. Bert was uncertain about keeping Wacey while I was gone because the aforementioned water trouble required shutting all the water off, and hurrying to try and fix the problem with a backhoe and some pretty serious equipment, none of which is baby-friendly, and it was too late to make other arrangements. But, c’est la vie, and in calving the girls take precedence over everything, so we expect things to get a little glitchy sometimes.

And it’s totally okay, because we got to play outside in seventy degrees. 

And yesterday, I made it to 35 weeks! Things are getting so real, and I’m stuck between prepare all the things and hey, you got this, it’s just a baby. I do need to at least make a list of what to bring to the hospital, though!

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Happy Monday (or pre-Valentines, if that’s more your style). Hopefully I can get my act together a little better this week, even though we’re in for another week of gorgeous weather! I hope to go out and snag some pictures of the pairs so you can see how big our babes are getting–when they’re bitty, Bert can doctor by going out and grabbing them by a hind leg with a hand, but yesterday he had to come home and saddle because they’re officially too big and fast! Most of my plans revolve around administrative Ranch Things and tying up loose ends–I’m just going to be operating for the next several weeks as if I might go into labor, because I’m a control freak and I want to make sure everything is neat and tidy (both literally and figuratively) so I can relax and enjoy Bub when we get home, and so the guys aren’t like, getting tickets for expired license plates.

It’s a glamorous life, and someone’s got to live it.

Family · On The Ranch · Wacey

Penning Heifers and Helllllooooo Calving!

Calving is here! We had our first baby calf yesterday afternoon, and another one that evening. We didn’t bug the new mama, but I’ll get a better look at the calf so I can name it–I always name the first new calf of the year. It’s terrible, but I don’t remember last year’s, although he’s going to be a herd bull so I guess I’ll know him by his number, haha. The year before last, we had Boomhauer, and the year before that was tiny little Lola.

Every evening after feeding the girls and letting them lay around awhile, Bert and Gaucho pen them for the evening. Now that the girls know how to come to the pens for feed, he feeds them outside in the pasture when the weather is nice to give them more room. If the weather is very cold or snowy, they will eat in the pens.

Calving season becomes a rhythm. Every morning at 6:30 (or before, depending) Bert will head down to the barn to relieve the night calver, or he’ll come home and have a cup of coffee and some breakfast if it was his night to stay at the barn. In the morning, he’ll tag calves that are ready to be tagged, doctor his sickies, and kick pairs out to pasture that are ready to leave the pens. In the afternoon, he’ll feed and catch up on chores. He comes home around five if the weather is nice, and goes back down to the barn to check the cows a few times before the night calver comes on. If he’s night calving, he’ll head down at nine or ten. Throughout all of this, he checks the heifers constantly, especially if some are actively calving. There’s a lot of number-taking, note-keeping, and reminder-making that happens!

This used to be my routine, too, and calving season is the time of year I miss the most. I love tagging baby calves and being busy all day, and coming home and falling in bed from a day of really valuable work.

I don’t miss hauling my butt out of bed in the middle of the night to night-check in the cold, though. Not at all. Fun fact: probably half the people you see on a ranch in calving in the morning or late in the evening have sweatpants or pajamas on under their coveralls.

However, since my role on this ranch is different, and we have thing like naptimes and bedtimes and baths to work around, I set my clock by Bert’s schedule, and take on more of the parenting duties. This can be challenging being super pregnant (or home with a newborn), but we make it work. If it’s a slow enough day for him, Wacey and I like to go down to help tag calves or kick out pairs, and we both appreciate more time at the barn and more time with Bert.

Yesterday was one of those perfect days to head down to the barn–it was so nice, and Wacey hasn’t been able to play outside for a couple of days due to ridiculously high winds, so he was raring to go outside after we got home from the office. Tears were shed when I told him we had to go inside for a minute so I could change and he could get his jacket, but don’t worry y’all, we made it through it. It was hard, but with perseverance (and the uncannily well-timed arrival of Daddy), we survived the addition of textiles to our bodies.

Sarcasm becomes me in my third trimester, doesn’t it? I don’t mean to be overly sarcastic, but we could have contributed oh, twenty posts to the “reasons my son is crying” site yesterday, from “We’re walking towards the four-wheeler he wants to ride” to “He didn’t want to put his cookie down to have a drink of water but he was soooooooo thirsty.”

Anyways, sarcasm and woe aside, it was a lovely afternoon. Wacey loves to ride the four-wheeler and watch Gaucho run around, and who are we, his doting parents, to deny him simple pleasures?

new-baby-calfCan you see the little baby? This pair is pretty well camouflaged! The mama is white (a Charolais), and the baby is light red (a Red Angus/Charolais cross).

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bert-wace-gaucho-four-wheelerThat is the face of one happy kid. He just loves to help! The tractor is his preferred vehicle, and he did have a little meltdown when he learned that Bert had already fed, but oddly enough, he seemed to recover quickly when he learned that he got to ride on the four-wheeler instead.

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Gaucho loves to pen cattle. He’s not a finesse dog, but is great at gathering the herd together and making sure they all go in the pen without stressing them. He’s pretty good help, if I do say so myself–I’m glad he’ll listen to Bert, too, since I’m not working outside as much anymore and I wouldn’t want to take that away from him!

Also…he tends to get a little on the really fat side when he’s idle, even when he’s on diet food, since he’s the laziest dog on the planet when he’s not working. So, it’s good for him to get a little cardio in.

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Rinse and repeat every day for the next two or three months! If you don’t like babies of any species, better just quit this blog now, because it’s going to be Baby Central round these here parts for a looooooong time. Happy Thursday!