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