Winter....

Winter is still here. I know, big news. I just means that not much is happening at the farm. I have been selling lots of stuff on Ebay and that's kept me busy. 

Also, auctioning has finally started up again after the break in December and January. Yay!

And yesterday I baked bread and made pigs in blankets.

 The house smelled heavenly! Breathe in deeply with me. You can almost smell it, too, can't you?

The Sweetest Thing Ever

The other day, The Boy was having a bad day while Sissy and I were in town, so Baby made him this card.

Have a tissue handy.

I will translate under each piece. (Her English teacher sucks!)

 Dear Boy

It does not matter what people say about you. Just believe that your family will love you and take care of you.

Love, Baby

Here, I guess, The Boy is falling and Baby has "got him"???

On a completely different note. The two youngest just played a guitar and sang a couple of  songs they made up.

Here they are.

My life is so complicated. My life is hard and so dull. (Baby)

Aww cheer up. I will help you. (Boy)

You will? Thanks. (Baby)

It is nothing. (Boy)

Do you want coffee?( said by both to Mr Farmer and me)

song #2

Low places are so slow but I'm good to dogs. (Boy)

Come on. I'm a talking dog. I can wrestle. (Baby)

But I am so good to you. Please don't hurt me. (Boy)

Ohhh, grow up! (Baby)

Ok, thank you dumb dog. (Boy)

Hey, wait till I get my paws on you! (Baby)

The end.

A Teenager Has Invaded!

We tried to run. We tried to hide. We tried to stop it.

But Sissy declared, "I will be a teenager and you can't stop me!"

And so we entered, unwillingly, into the teen years. We have a teenager!

I took Sissy with me to town and left her brother and sister in charge of decorating the house for her birthday. I left them with a full roll of white streamers, balloons, and paper. This is what we came home to.

The streamer roll was almost completely gone. As was 6,739,286 feet of tape! They were so proud of themselves and the job they had done.

I particularly loved the random places a piece of streamer would be placed.

And when the furnace kicks on, the streamers fly up and make all kinds of noise.

Sissy wanted a number "13" cake in blue.

Happy birthday, Sissy! Now you start counting backwards. Next year she's 12 again!

We Did Have Christmas Here, Too

We had a good Christmas this year. Wait. Let me rephrase that.

 Christmas this year sucked!

We woke up early to get the stockings ready. Then, the kids got up, but had to wait for Nana and Pawpaw to get here before they could open their gifts. Pure torture! For the kids.

We had breakfast and waited. Nana and Pawpaw finally got here and the kids opened their gifts. They all got personal dvd players, headphones, cases and a movie, plus pajamas and a couple other things. It was a good haul for them. Mr Farmer had the camera and hasn't quite figured out how to take a photo that isn't blurry, yet. I found only a couple.

 This next photo was taken by Baby. I don't think she has a future in photography. Like her dad.

The entire time we had to keep pausing to wait while Mr Farmer answered his phone when his mother called. Repeatedly. Over and over again. The whining!  And not from the kids patiently waiting for their long-awaited Christmas presents.

Mr Farmer's dad later ended up in the ICU and we had to leave the kids and run up to the hospital 4 hours away. Before we even left the house, he was doing better, but we had everything packed, so we went. We went somewhere we swore we'd never go again, on a day we did not want to leave, to see people we didn't want to see. Merry Christmas to us! We really missed seeing the kids enjoy their gifts! Not to mention missing the 2 days of vacation that were wasted. Is the bitterness and irritation I feel coming through in my words?

Anyway, we got home and enjoyed the rest of the year together. Mr Farmer always has the week from Christmas Eve until Jan 2 off of work.

Come Play With Me

The kids went outside the other day to play in the snow. They went up into their tree house. Buddy couldn't get up there. So he waited.

"I know they're up there. I wish they'd come down and play with me."

"What's this? I see movement."

"Be careful, Baby. You can't play with me if you're hurt."

"This isn't quite what I had in mind."

Art and Friendship

Baby was writing a letter to a friend and wanted to send a picture she had colored along with the letter. She brought it to me to show me.

Can you read that? It says, "You are 99.9% sweat." I'm proud she tried to sound it out. And I didn't laugh even once. While she was around anyway.

A Request From An Aunt

Lately I have been asked by a wonderful, most special aunt that I post something. Anything. She likes my blog for some reason which is beyond my understanding. I think it may give her things to make fun of me for. Like she needs more ammunition. I'm a dork. And I don't hide it well. In fact, I don't even try to hide it.

Anyway, she wanted a post done on our Christmas tree. We went on our annual family trek to get our snowman ornaments. These are the ornaments from this year.

The Boy's

Mr Farmer's and Mine. Mr Farmer made them hold hands. ☺

Sissy's. Sshhhh, don't give away her name.

Baby's. It has red and blue led lights that flash and light up the "ice".

And finally, our tree.

All our presents are bought, mostly online, and the kids are dying. I still have to wrap most of them, though. Our one and only party was last weekend. Mr Farmers employer paid for a nice dinner and overnight stay at a nearby resort. It was a fun weekend!

Are you getting prepared for Christmas?