Saturday, November 26, 2016

Uncle Andy's

We went to Uncle Andy's on Wednesday before Thanksgiving to shoot guns and ride the land.

Riding the land is a farmer's pastime and I love riding the land, but considering I have not ridden the land in about, ohhhhh, 10 years- it was fun to hop on the back of the truck and get a little dusty.

What's 'The Land,' is a reasonable question, but the answer is always different. Wednesday, The Land was Uncle Andy's 200+ year old farm. It is the original piece of land from before the Revolutionary War. King George gave his family the land grant and, miraculously, the land has stayed in one piece and in the same family for all these years.

Think about that for a second-- my family couldn't even keep a set of silver together for fifty years. How much land he has is somewhere between 400 and 4,000 acres, I can't remember. I just know that I don't want to be in charge when it comes to pull weeds.

We pulled onto the moss covered drive....

And all the kids tumbled out of the car and into the freshly picked cotton fields.

The kids loaded up on the back of the truck and we were off.

Uncle Andy gave Daddy a project. A project in the form of an abandoned house on the property. If we fix it up, we can use it. Dad is pumped and ready to get moving. He asked me to take a before picture:

 I thought an inside picture or two would be cool... Per my father, this was the first phone in the county. Now, I love my father-- but he can spin a tall tale when he wants to. Let's just leave it at the fact it's an old phone:

They have their own church on the farm. We didn't see it this time, but I ass-U-me that this register is from their church. I'd like to see it sandblasted and hanging on the wall.

The house is in the middle of a field, maybe a wheat field?

Can't you envision the bon fires and cocktails? Grilled hamburgers and fresh picked corn? Oh, I can. All in good time and place. 

After seeing the old house, we headed over to the "red" barn. Let's not be confused-- it's not the blue barn, the stable, the silo, the new barn, or grain thing-y. It's the "red" barn.

And the red barn had some cool things inside...

Remember how I said Dad could spin a tall tale? When he saw this picture.......

He said that CD player on the right could be sold as an 8-track in the picture. I laughed and said the CD player was about as old as an 8-track these days. I don't think he found that nearly as funny as I did.

There was a Model A Ford, maybe a Model T Ford- either way, it was very cool.

Andy and his brother have a hobby of "wrenching" on old cars. They like to restore them in their spare time. Because, FYI- when farmers are in season, they're working sun up to sun down. But when they season is over, they don't have much to do.

I gathered, based on the cars, that Andy's brother enjoys working on old military cars, specifically from WWII, while Andy prefers old trucks.

Old farms have old things... like a 10 ton pontoon bridge from 1941. Ya know, because there are so many oceans around the middle of Georgia.

The girls had a blast riding in the back of the truck and wondering where the seatbelts are.

We all got dusty.

At one point, we stopped in the middle of an empty cotton field and Husband showed the girls what the different tracks were. FYI-- the ones that look like little hand prints are raccoons.

And big farms have big wheels.

Birdie wanted to trick people and make them think that a BIG raccoon lived on the farm, so she put her own hand prints down in the sandy ground.

After a quick stop in the sunflower field...

We rounded into the next cotton field and picked a little to bring home.

It was about this moment that Birdie put her head in my lap and said she wasn't tired. Bennie crawled into Husband's lap, found her dirt covered thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes. the quick spirit down the highway to get a little dusty had come to a close before the first skeet was tossed.

Next time.

If you were me

Which would be your favorite?!

Monday, November 21, 2016

Gobble Gobble

Thanksgiving is suddenly upon us. Bennie's school does a Thanksgiving Feast with the kids dressing up as pilgrims, turkeys, and Indians. While they will learn in the coming years that the pilgrims weren't really all that friendly to the Indians, it was a feast filled with songs about friendship (We are Pilgrims/We are Indians/Let's be friends, Let's be friends/We will work together), thankfulness (we say thank you/merci/etc), and an overload of cuteness.

This kid-- she doesn't just kill me; she slays me. Over and over again and again.

A few weeks ago, maybe months by this point, we made the discovery that Bennie couldn't hear. No, she wasn't deaf- but her hearing was bad. She wasn't being a defiant three year old, the kid couldn't hear!

Children her age should hear at a level of 10-15, per the audiologist-- she was at a level of 35. Whoops!

Off we go to surgery for tubes and adenoids.

The doctor does his thing and about 43 seconds later, he is meeting me to discuss the surgery.

A conversation started about tonsils and if we had ever considered taking them out.

Me: Is she still under?
Doctor: Yes we are all finished, but she's still under.

Me: Do it.
Doctor: Do what?

Me: Take her tonsils out.
Doctor: Do you want to discuss it with your husband?

Me: Yeah, but he isn't here. You are saying she is going to need them taken out at some point. She's still under right now. So, no- I don't need to. Go! Do it!
Doctor: Are you sure? I am happy to come back and do it at a later date.

Me: NO! GO! We don't want her to wake up! GO!
Doctor: Okie-dokie. We'll see you in about 63 more seconds.

After surgery, recovery, and some serious misery-- the kid can hear!

The kid can hear really, really well. So well that loud noises, off key noises (read: my singing), and medium-loud noises bother her. She's been in her little bubble of silence so long that this new world of sound has an adjustment period.

If you can't tell.....

After the turkeys, the Indians, and the Pilgrims-- it was time for prayers and a feast.

Bennie is at a new school this year and we are so happy for her. She is enjoying herself, too. So much so that she has a friend. "My berry best friend, Bib-E-Ahn."

Meet Big Viv:

Isn't she cute?

Her parents went to school with Husband and she has both a big bother and little brother with twin siblings on the way!

seeing Bennie make friends at the new school tells me that we made the right decision on her relocation. Life can be tough, even at 3 3/4 years of age. Glad that now Bennie's life is a little easier. We're thankful for that!

From my little turkey to yours-- Happy Thanksgiving. I have much to be thankful for and hope that you do, too.

Life is beautiful~