Wednesday, August 20

Fair enough.

My most recent (and also, only) state fair memory took place the summer Tim and I were married and we lived in Iowa. And everybody goes to the Iowa State Fair. I have three things to say about this:
  1. White pants (I knooooow) and a Philly Cheesesteak (a definite weird choice for me). 
  2. 100°+ temps. 
  3. A bozo blocked our parking lot entrance/exit so we waited on a tow truck.
I think it's fair (ha!) to say that fairs for me, in general, are an unknown quantity. That is until we moved back to the farm. Now it guarantees a week of family as far as the eye can see, full houses and constant activity. I say this with much sincerity and affection because in the three short years we have been here, it already holds many fond memories; and I'm excited for Isaac to have fun memories of fair time, too!
One of the neat things about our county fair is that the rides and booths are county owned. No creepy carnies here. There is a lot of pride in making sure the rides run safely and well; and there's a volunteer team that meets one night a week throughout the entire year to ensure that happens. It's a total labor of love and is appreciated so much. 
Also, if you're reading this Carrie Beth, the little boy riding circles below is your son circa 2011. #E$
See friends? If you come visit during fair (and you should), then maybe you can make a blog appearance. Three years later, when you forget you even visited.

Monday, August 18

Stop it.

This sweet girl made her first appearance on the blog a while back. She's still the same ball of fire but a 5-year-old version about to go to kindergarten. Real talk: how did this happen and where was I when it did? She certainly didn't have my permission.
Same goes for her 7-year-old brother.
 And her 3-year-old cousin, too. Stop it.
What I do know is they are precious and make this Aunt smile proudly. It is a joy and honor to watch them grow up. And if I'm honest, a little sad, as well, because it goes all too quickly. Thanks for your recent visit and welcoming Isaac into the fold. You are loved.

Saturday, August 16

Harvesting fools.

Well harvest has now been over almost as long as it took to complete! It was drawn out this year because of some cooler weather and moisture. We don't like to complain about the wet stuff but when you have crops in the ground that need to come out you get a little antsy. Especially when the wet stuff is accompanied by the much loathed white combine.
I failed miserably at taking very many pictures but I think the ones I did get are pretty su-weet.

Since Tim was pulling some long days, we had family fun night on the combine. Isaac's obvious enthusiasm was palpable. In other news, I can tell you where he'll be for much of corn harvest. #combineFTW

As with any harvest, we are always thankful when we have something to cut and when it's completed safely. Even if it means not seeing your husband for three weeks.

Wednesday, July 23

Eager reader.

My man, Moo, loves to read and has for a long time. Sweet boy will regularly hang in for 10 or 12 books in a sitting. My astute observation of his leg and arm movement tell me some of his favorites include Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see?Are you a Cow? and Big Red Barn. Sometimes we call Isaac, Michael Flatley, because of all the Riverdance action that goes on at our house. If you're looking to do a jig, Isaac's always up for a partner. 
Another sweet thing about all this reading business is the arm/shoulder/head touching that goes on. And since my little boy isn't super cuddly, I just love how he touches you when you read to him. Be still my heart. I hope he always has a love for reading. And Riverdance.

Friday, July 18

Friday photo dump.

For posterity and to immortalize my son's existence on the world wide web. Never mind that I just printed 1000+ pictures off Shutterfly. Whoops. Real talk: first child problems. Or I have a problem.
And that's all she wrote- which wasn't very much.

Thursday, July 10

Whatever I feel like. Gosh.

Isaac has a mostly full head of hair, minus a bald patch on the back right. It's ok, kiddo, you're still young so it's cute.
Oftentimes, his hair is the first thing people comment on- that, or how much he looks like his Dad. Never mind that I carried him for nine months and labored for 24+ hours. I digress.
Isaac's head can radiate some serious heat. In fact, it would seem that Isaac suffers from Pedro Syndrome, named by Urban Dictionary after Napoleon's BFF, Pedro Sanchez. Hilarious, right? Maybe, maybe not, but I still can't think about Isaac's sweaty head and not wonder if he'd shave it, too. In all sincerity, I-Man, I adore you and your mop of sweet, sweet hair.

Tuesday, July 8

Exersaucer love.

This is Isaac's {current} happy place. I say current because there are others that have gone before: the vibrating seat and the beloved swing.
The exersaucer gives him some newfound independence (tear) with the ability to stand up, turn in circles and all the chewing fun he can possibly stand. The poor giraffe has already endured a good gnawing and I don't think he's letting up any time soon. My son is nothing if not persistent.