A chocolately grin

Rhett and I are huge dark chocolate fans. We get those huge Hershey dark chocolate bars and have a couple squares a day, or it might be after every meal! (OK I admit it, I have a mouth full of sweet teeth!) But lately, there have been these little bit marks all around the outside of the bar. Go figure, how could this be happening?? So today I was feeding the baby and it was very quiet. When it gets quiet, warning bells start going off, where is Jett?? So I called his name.

Jett: What?

Mom: What are you doing?

Jett: Nothing.

Mom: Are you eating candy?

Jett: No. I am just relaxing.

Mom: Relaxing huh???

Jett: Uuuu Huu.

When I finally made it over there to investigate, he was shoving the last bar in his mouth with a big grin. What is a mother to do? I could hardly get mad at that chocolatey grin. Besides, do I not sneak chocolate on occasion myself??? He had me and he knew it. That little devil.

A shout out to my hubby!

Just a little SHOUT OUT to my red neck hubby for getting first place in the Rexburg derby this season. Great job Matt for getting second as well! In the Shelley derby he got robbed. He should have won that one as well, but he was black flagged unfairly. Let's just say that I was sure glad that Mark was there with his wrestling skills and Mckayla with her big boot to help us out, if it came to an all out brawl. What a crazy hobby my husband has, red neck in the extreme. But I gotta tell ya, it is a real kick in the pants. Better have your car ready for next year Mark!

Be back in 3!

When I took Jett to preschool the first day he happily took his teachers hand and walked off without ever looking back, to my chagrin. But as he went through those big glass doors he did come back to tell me 'Mom, come pick me up in 3 minutes, OK?' Little did he know
how much I really did want to go through those doors and take him back home with me and relive those last 3 years. Where did they go??? Did I spend enough time with him? Did I teach him enough? I want to remember every moment I had with him. The late nights, the early mornings, the laughs, the crying, each smile, each new thing he learned, I want to remember it always. So yes Jett, I will be back in 3. I will always come back. I don't want to miss a thing.

Sweet dreams and surprises

How soft and fresh he breathes!

Look! He is dreaming! Visions sure of joy

Are gladdening his rest; and, ah! who knows

But waiting angels do converse in sleep

With babes like this!

-Bishop Coxe

Happy 3 month birthday my sweet little surprise!

Farm life is the life for me

I made it! I made it to harvest time without checking myself into the nut house! Having a new baby in June, two other kids under four years old, and a husband that is Never around was a daunting task to say the least. There were days when Rhett would come home to all four of us crying. And now the end is near. I can see light at the end of the tunnel. After the craziness of harvest is over I will be a farm widow no more. So now I can take a breath, and enjoy my favorite time of year. Harvest, football, the weather, the leaves, the clothes, the food, all of the wonderful things about fall I absolutely love! And in the end, oh how I love all my farm boys! It was all worth it. Farm life is the life for me.

I have tried to give all you city slickers a little taste of the farm and to see how it all goes down at grain harvest. It is quite the operation to have all these things going at once.
After a long summer of hard work it is wonderful to see such great results. Jett spent almost all of harvest riding with Dad or Grandpa on the harvesters or the grain trucks. He loves playing in the dirt just like his Dad. Even little Jory and Sawyer got to ride a few rounds. It was a full house in the harvester this year!

My house is now full of wheat. We had it in our boots, our pockets, even some diapers came home full of wheat! But it sure was fun playing on that pile of wheat!

This is where we store our wheat. It is about 5 miles from our farm.

This pic really shows how big those harvesters really are.

Yes, Farm life is the life for me!