Patience, Patience.

Sigh, I remember growing up when harvest began and ended in June....O.K. maybe July. Why does it seem like harvest is getting later.....and later.....and later. We started cutting wheat on June 30th and we are still not finished. The main reason is a storm last night that developed right above us, hung around for a while before deciding to hail and rain, then taking off like a jack rabbit. Seriously. We were on our last field so we still have about 160 acres left to cut. Oh well. We have had a good harvest so far. And the corn that got hailed right across the road WAS our best corn (that we were chopping for silage anyway...guess less ears of corn for the cows). My poor, poor petunias were looking so pretty and full, but just maybe there is enough summer left to let them fill out again. The best thing about the storm was the rainbow behind it. One end was in our corn field! Very cool!

So since it rained the kids and I went with Orrin to check some cows and possibly fix a draw because of a 4 inch rain a few days prior. Orrin did need to fix it and we saw some happy cows and calves and bull. The kids enjoy going on the 4-wheelers, however the handlebars got both Crash and Little Miss in the head due to cow paths/holes. The kids and I climbed on some rocks after stern warnings about snakes and staying close to Mommy while Daddy toiled fixing fence.

Orrin is very proud of his hulking bull. So he asked me to take pictures of it. :)

The boys immediately started to throw rocks at "imaginary" snakes, while yelling "I see a snake!!!" That always soothes a mother's heart.

Little Miss is starting to really be sassy. Anyone have experience with a little sassy 18 month old? She is at the stage where she can't (won't) say Yes but will say No with a please following it.

And she hits her brothers if they are bothering her (which having older brothers I can understand) but I was really hoping I would have a "naturally ladylike" daughter. Another *sigh*. But I still love my onery, annoying, loving, stubborn, sweet kids.

Scooter's T-ball fun

We decided to have Scooter play t-ball this year in town. Can it be that t-ball has changed so much since I played? Here they choose two teams of the same age group and they play each other....every game for four or five weeks. A little different but Scooter liked to go and play with his friends. The very last game, all the farmer dads were absent as wheat harvest was starting. Orrin had come to most of the other games and had helped on the field which Crash took full advantage of to stand on the field with him. Scooter will not wear tennis shoes so in the summer it is either flip flops or boots. So yes we had the child with boots and jeans playing t-ball.

I also had to take a picture of a beautiful sunset! I love how the evenings can become almost magical in the changing clouds and colors.

I almost forgot! Big news! Scooter (this is all about him apparently) is now riding a bike without training wheels! His training wheels look worn out. Orrin is sure they were slowing him down by catching on things and skidding on the ground. Now we just need to get Crash to learn to pedal!