I'd like spring please. Yesterday was mild and for awhile we were splashing in the mud, discovering little creeks, petting the goats and not worrying about freezing our bums out in the process. I can't wait to start seeds, build raised beds, clean out the barn for spring and summer and add to our homestead...bees are still on my list along with a pig(let) but the other day at the Tractor store we saw ducks and I fell in love.
We aren't allowed to have chickens but surely..a duck? Or two? One of the downfalls of renting are the you know, rules you need to follow. And while I'd love a dozen hens I'd happily settle for a homemade pond and two ducks to giggle at. The only way to start spring is with some sort of baby bird, and I remember years ago when Paige was teeny we had a super storm the same day our chickens arrived. I woke up at 5am to Ginger (our cat) giving birth to a teeny kitten on the floor of our bedroom, Paige was not even two years old, and than the post office called to say hi! You have 40 chicks here COME PICK THEM UP RIGHT NOW BEFORE THE CHEEPING DRIVES US CAH-RAZY. In a storm. It was the best day ever.
I've been turning my cell phone off at 5pm every single night. Unplugging and ignoring and if you want me there's the house phone, or email but I don't want to hear text messages bleeping and blopping during dinner anymore. I actually hate turning it on in the morning because I get slammed with "where have you beens?" and the best "why are you ignoring me?!" Except I'm not really, I'm just unplugging and you should try it. The tv goes off too, in the morning for most of the day. Because I believe in moderation (and I love movies) we do Netflix and Little Bear and we do it every. single. morning in the winter because it gives me time to savor some coffee with cream before we head into a day chock full of stuff...but once it's off, it's off (until it's back on again later in the day after dinner) People wonder how to "turn the TV off" like it's some demon beast that can't be stopped but it's as easy as go push a button. When your kids don't have it, they can learn how to play again. It makes me sad when we have playdates and the kids say "what do we do" and get all whiney because hello? Go play! Go build a fort and tell secrets, go pretend your dolls our on some epic adventure just...get lost and GO.
And this momma is growing (unintential) dreads. I have super thin hair and if I sleep on it it gets unbelivably knotty and overwhelming and voila! Baby dreads! So in between my boring straight hair they are there and it's not too out of control or silly so I'm rolling with it (husband hates them, don't care!)
Our plans for the remainder of the week are fairly simple.
Today just hanging and watching the wind blow without loosing it. Paige is complaining of exhaustion combined with a tad of foul mood and so she's curled up watching Busytown Mysteries...Wyatt is torturing her and the fights that break out drive me kind of bat shit insane. Wy hides her horse toy and she smacks him and we all sit and talk about how it's not nice to hide things, or hit, and than we hug and it starts over. Throw in some horse vocab sheets, imaginative play up the wazzoo, some baking and a chamomille bubble bath and that's our day!
Rest of the week demands on mother nature. We have paper dolls, chapter books, garden plans, Saint Patricks day parades, and so much more but Wyatt PEED on the floor! BYE BYE!