The Adventures of G-Man: October 2010

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

My Mama.....She's been kinda mopey.

My Mama has been kinda mopey.

You see, she is leaving one of her 1st loves.

Her job.

She 'takes care of babies'.

Mama says she takes care of Mamas & their babies.

She loves it.

A LOT.

But...

she's got a new love now.

Me.

She told me this morning that Daddy will be feeding me breakfast in the mornings.

Daddy will be taking me to GoGo's house

I will be eating lunch there instead of with her.

I'll be napping

NOT

at her house now.

BUT

Mama will be picking me up now.

Not that I don't like it when Dad picks me up,

it's just that it's been the other way around for so long.

Mama

will

home

night.

for dinner

for wrestle time

for jumping on da 'twampoween' time

for reading time

for cuddling time

and for tucking me in

and singing me lullabys

So, you see, this is bittersweet for her.

She really loves her peeps at the hospital.

You know who you are!

You have seen her through:

dating my Daddy for 10 years

A quick engagement

A Vegas Wedding

a long 5 year wait for a decision to have a baby

a long pregnancy

a long labor

a long delivery

a long maternity leave

tearful phone calls during maternity leave

(I mean a LOT of phone calls)

she loves you

and will miss all of you terribly

but i won't lie...

I think it's GREAT!

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Family Vacation to 'Da Farm'

"My Papa has dis farm. He calls it da Huntin' Wodge" (The Hunting Lodge).

Ok, this is Mama. I'm taking over the blog from here. There is a chunk of property in Northern Oklahoma that my Stepdad bought w/ 2 of his brothers-in-law for huntin' purposes. It is in the middle of nowhere. It is several miles on a dirt road. It's about a mile to the closest neighbor (who is his cousin). Da Farm is 30 minutes from a little tiny town called Cherokee. Cherokee is kind of like Mayberry. (If you don't know what Mayberry is, maybe you should just skip this blog entry alltogether). There is one blinking light. There is an ALCO store (imagine Walmart 30 years ago) and a United Grocery Store. No Sonic. No McDonalds. No Walmart. There is 1 gas station. It is a farming community.

We decided that it would be fun to pack it up and head to Da Farm for the week. Nana, Papa, Aunt JiJi and Mr. JiJi joined us there. We stayed in a little farmhouse. Said farmhouse is around 90 years old. We piled in there like the Clampetts. (Sorry for all the 60's TV show references, but seriously, 7 people in a small farmhouse was kinda funny)

To sum up our week-long adventure:

6 hour drive with toddler

Very high pollen and ragweed count

3 yummy meals every day that we took turns cooking

Dishes after 3 meals a day

1 bathroom

4-wheeler rides

17 pregnant cows

&
1 newborn calf

(Oh, MY! G-Man named it BUD)

2 lazy springer spaniel dogs

1 rabbit (we couldn't very well leave him at home)

Skunks

Snakes

Spiders

Countless white-tailed deer

A big, fat raccoon (God rest his soul, who is no longer with us)

Sleepless nights due to coughing fits of allergy ridden toddler

Baths in a copper tub

Inside

and outside

Windmill climbing (I'll blog about that soon, I promise)

4 wheeler crash (the only thing injured was my ego)

(You see that smashed down grass? You know, where it looks like a Buffalo has been nesting? That's where the crash occurred. The crime scene, if you will...You see that wire going through the middle of the pic? That's the electric fence, used to keep the cattle in. My head was about a foot from it. Someone was watching over me.)