It's a farm kids life

I got questioned last week, "Mom, are we real farm kids now?  No more town left in us?"

Hmmm.

I didn't know what that was supposed to mean.  I said "yup, farm kids thru and thru..."

I got cheers and high fives.

"How so mom?"

I quickly had to think, apparently I wasn't getting off so easily. "Well, you almost always have holes in your knees now, you wear coveralls and caps, and often you are loud.  Town kids aren't so loud."

My reply was greeted with broad smiles and swelling chests.

Oh my, (I think they are proud of the noise part too).

They raced out of the kitchen gleeful that they are fully farm kids.

I don't even know why this makes them happy, but ok, whatever.  So I decided to stop and pay attention to what they do, and snap a few pictures of their joy in being boys. Farm boys.  Of playing hard, and working hard, of spending time with their hero, their dad, and getting grubby little paws and black socks.  They are usually pleasant company and apparently, they love the farm life.


So first off, getting a ride in the back of the pick up truck, to help pick up plastic that blew off some old bales. You can see it is really bright and sunny here, caps are a good thing!

 

We had three more ugly trees to cut down from the old tree line here by the side of the house.  The boys thought this was pretty fun and "worked" for a long time. I had made lemon meringue tarts for a baby shower I was attending and when Seth came in for a glass of water I handed him a few warm tarts for a treat.  He brought one to Tristan and Andy snapped this picture.  Seth came running in the house afterwards exclaiming that he could tell I had made them with alot of love - they tasted that good. Apparently my message about not complaining about food - since it's all made with love - hits home once in a while;) 

After the trees were cut down Andy really wanted it cut down into smaller, burnable size pieces so we can sell it for firewood so he rented a log splitter and they all got to work (after school was finished of course).  They were great helpers once again and made the job go so much quicker.   With all that fresh air I had to make extra "hutsput" and bacon for supper.  I'm loving these hungry boy appetites.

I love Tristans intensity.   If he loves something, it gets 110%.

Camo sweater, cowboy boots, coveralls...the sense of personal style is remarkable ;D All these are very much loved items in his day to day wear.

And at the end of the day when showers are done, dirty socks are in the hamper, prayers are said and children are ready for bed, we all say, it was yet another good day.   We are thankful for our life here.

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.