Friday, June 17, 2011

Riding Around the Ranch

I overheard the following conversation between Dani and a baby goat while Pops and I took all four of the grandkids for a ride around the ranch...aka Gran and Grandad's house.

Dani: "Bye, goat!"
Goat: "Baaa!!"
Dani: "Don't step on a cactus!!"
No response from the goat.
Dani: "BE CAREFUL!!!"

Wanna take a guess at what I had told her and Jadon when they got out of the buggy to pet the goats? Maybe Num-O needs to chill...oh yeah, by the way, when we left for the ride it was 104 in the shade...chill indeed!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Curve Balls & Drum Beats

This post is dedicated to my middle child, my second son, my Cody. I woke up this morning and before getting out of bed, I looked at JT and said, "I wonder what mischief will befall us this day?" (We have been watching Poirot and Miss Marple...[insert appropriate accent here] a spot of British mysteries lately). Anyway, lately it seems there is quite a bit of mischief befalling us and yesterday's mischief basket was overflowing.

I pulled into the driveway after finishing my morning walk and saw Cody's car. Immediately both apprehension and happiness flowed through me. I love it when Cody drops in but at the same time it means there will be lots noogies, wedgies, hynie swats, scare-Mom-to-death yells, air boxing centimeters from my nose...I could go on but you get the picture. I love Cody visits but a part of me (the worn out part) is happy to see him go.

Within minutes of greeting him, he drops a bombshell (pun intended)...our 25 year old son has enlisted in the Air Force. We thought he had settled in to a life of graphic artistry. We thought wrong. We forgot that our Cody has always been great at throwing curve balls and marching to different drum beats.

We are proud. You will serve your country well. March well, Code, and throw hard.