So glad you asked! Welllll... For starters, it's the hottest day of the year. By hot I mean air-so-thick-you-can't-catch-your-breath-when-you-walk-out-the-door hot!
So what does one do when it's so hot out side and they own cold hardy rabbits? Why, one goes out into said sweltering heat and mucks out the barn, of coarse! She removes ALL of the rabbit cages from the barn and puts them under the shade next to the house. (that's 14 rabbits in all)
What does she find while she and her daughters are so diligently working? 4 dead/ dying chickens! Yes that's right, 4! Three were already dead (and they had to have passed in the past 4 hours because they were alive enough to exit the coop when the girls let them out at 7:30)! The 4th one sadly took it's dying breath in my hands. (heartbreaking!)
What was the problem? Well, apparently chickens don't handle heat to well. So, I came in to call the vet. While I was inside talking to the vet Rose came running it to tell me that Dreamer had drank some of the bleach we were using to clean the trays. NICE!
No worries though, The vet said it probably wasn't a high enough concentration to be dangerous. Do you know what it's like to be laughed at by a vet?
While sitting in here writing about my morning, Rose, Sarah, and Abbie all came in. Rose and Sarah, to tell me their jobs were done. Abbie? To show me the giant straw she'd been using to drink out of the duck pond.
(*Sigh*)
About Me
- leschornmom
- I am a 29-ish yr old married mother of 8. My family is my life and I wouldn't have it any other way. My darling husband is my very best friend and together we are raising 8 of the best kids in the world! They are Rose(12) Sarah(12) Ammon(10) Malachi(8) Gabriel(7) Hannah(5) Maggie(4) and Abbie(3) We currently own 2 dogs, 1 bird, 5 chinchillas, 1,000,000 rabbits, 1 cat, 4.5 horses, and one ferret. We just purchased a home that is definately a "fixer-upper", with land and room for the kids to roam. Our goal is to run a mostly self sustaining farm and live in peace as we grow as a strong family unit. We have seen our fair share of hardships, but we are thankful for the many blessings the Lord gives us on a regular basis!
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Monday, July 6, 2009
Well...
John called me this morning. He only said a few words but I knew exactly what they meant...
John: "I need you to sit down"
Me: "Oh my Gosh, you lost your job!"
No warning. The only reason is that the company needs to down size. His boss "plans to help him transition" what ever that means.
We haven't quite decided what to do yet but I will keep you updated.
Prayer would be nice... Thanks.
John: "I need you to sit down"
Me: "Oh my Gosh, you lost your job!"
No warning. The only reason is that the company needs to down size. His boss "plans to help him transition" what ever that means.
We haven't quite decided what to do yet but I will keep you updated.
Prayer would be nice... Thanks.
Friday, November 21, 2008
"Now take a deep breath and count 1, 2, 3..."
That was my thought this morning, when I needed to calm myself after frantically searching for a missing Maggie at 7 am! She hadn't been in her bed when I went into her room and no one else was awake yet. Rose found her downstairs wedged between the back of the couch and it's cushions...sound asleep!
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When Malachi informed me that he didn't need to clean his room because there really is no Santa Clause (I'm sure I don't need to explain his 6 -yr-old logic) I thought my head was going to pop off before I got to ten!
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When Malachi informed me that he didn't need to clean his room because there really is no Santa Clause (I'm sure I don't need to explain his 6 -yr-old logic) I thought my head was going to pop off before I got to ten!
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Later when I heard screaming, I walked in to the kitchen just in time to see Hannah throw herself on the floor. Maggie had climbed out of her high chair, crossed two chairs, and was happily sitting sitting on Hannah's booster... eating HER lunch. My eyes shut tight so that I could be in my happy place!
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I thought it again when Sarah walked in to the bathroom (while I was trying to go potty) and tried to have a discussion with me. Her topic: The process of doing laundry and why she shouldn't have to gather and sort the whites...That's not really a color you know.
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By the end of nap time (or "anti-nap" as I sometimes call it) I was ready to jump up and down, pull my hair out, and start screaming! BUT being the calm composed mother that I am, I decided to count instead.
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When Hannah came running down stairs to tell me that Maggie had knocked our ENTIRE box of laundry detergent (the brand new one...from Sams...you know... the one that holds like 180 loads worth) off the top of the dryer onto the laundry room floor, I started counting just one more time!
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Then I heard the large crash from the kitchen. (while I was cleaning up puppy pee in my school room) A chorus rang out... "Maggie!" Suddenly, a herd of children were at my side before I was even able to get off the floor. All were more than willing to tell me that THEY were NOT the ones that pulled the kitchen drawer full of utensils out of the cabinet!
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Now I am sitting at my computer. The boys and Hannah are outside playing. Abbie is down for a nap. The girls are drawing and playing with the dogs. Maggie is happily "cleaning" with the baby wipes I've given her, and all I can think is... "Yeah! Sometimes my days are like this... but sometimes they are much worse!"
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By the end of nap time (or "anti-nap" as I sometimes call it) I was ready to jump up and down, pull my hair out, and start screaming! BUT being the calm composed mother that I am, I decided to count instead.
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When Hannah came running down stairs to tell me that Maggie had knocked our ENTIRE box of laundry detergent (the brand new one...from Sams...you know... the one that holds like 180 loads worth) off the top of the dryer onto the laundry room floor, I started counting just one more time!
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Then I heard the large crash from the kitchen. (while I was cleaning up puppy pee in my school room) A chorus rang out... "Maggie!" Suddenly, a herd of children were at my side before I was even able to get off the floor. All were more than willing to tell me that THEY were NOT the ones that pulled the kitchen drawer full of utensils out of the cabinet!
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Now I am sitting at my computer. The boys and Hannah are outside playing. Abbie is down for a nap. The girls are drawing and playing with the dogs. Maggie is happily "cleaning" with the baby wipes I've given her, and all I can think is... "Yeah! Sometimes my days are like this... but sometimes they are much worse!"
Monday, March 10, 2008
A Day From Where?
As I promised a fellow blogger, this is the story of my "Day From H---"
I have twin girls that are almost ten now and things with them as toddlers were always pretty busy. But, there is one day that will ALWAYS stand out in my mind as my worst day. These girls never did any thing on their own. When they were tiny babies I remember driving in our car feeling the need to nurse them and realizing that they were about to wake up. Then, like clock work, both of them started SCREAMING their sweet little heads off.
On this particular day, every thing started out normal. They got up, ate breakfast, played, had lunch, and then went down for their normal nap time. They usually slept from 1 to 3 pm so I did what ever it was I was doing until 3 rolled around. When I opened the door to their room I could smell it! POOP! Both of my darling 18 month olds had decided it would be a great idea to finger paint with POOP! It was on them, my wall, the cribs...EVERY WHERE! Well, instead of getting angry (I didn't spank back then!) I stripped both girls right there and put them in the tub.
When they were clean, dry, and dressed I put them in front of a movie (I LOVED the magic babysitter box back then too!) and set to cleaning the mess.
As I was finishing up a different smell caught my attention. "What could it be?" I wondered, and then, I walked into the living room!!! My amazing husband had left not only a permanent marker out but the super glue as well! Ahhhhh! After a rush of panic and the discovery that neither of them had eaten any of the glue, I shewed them away. Well I got out my Shout Gel (the ONLY thing that I have found that can remove permanent marker out of a couch) and began scrubbing away at the black scribbles all over my living room. (the carpet, walls, couch, entertainment center, TV, and so on...) I was also picking the super glue off the wall, as well.
Then I heard a noise. Now most of you mothers, I'm sure, know the noises in your house. You can tell the sound of some one playing in the sink, or jumping on the bed. Most noises around my house are recognizable to me. Even when my husband says "What was that?" I can reply with "Malachi must have jumped from the top bunk again." But this noise was different.
It went something like "Splat, Slosh, Slosh...Splat, Slosh, Slosh". Dropping what I was doing, I ran to the girls' bathroom. They had pulled out ALL of my towels, put them in the toilet and then thrown them on the floor! They had FLOODED my bathroom. There they were standing in water that was two inches deep, smiling up at me, so proud! Needless to say, I was in tears at this point! What on earth would cause a child to think of something like that?
It was then that I picked those two criminal minds up and threw them on the couch. (In a very loving, maternal way!) I was so upset at that point that I have no idea what it was that I said to (or screamed at) them but it was something like "Sit there! DON'T YOU MOVE!" While my babies sat on the couch whaling I went into the bathroom to clean up...which was a little hard to do considering the fact that they had used all of the clean towels to make the mess. I think I ended up using a couple of blankets!
I'm not sure if you noticed but, if you recall, I left what I was doing to find out what the sound was. Yup! What could be more tempting than a brand new bottle of Shout Gel? My girls certainly couldn't think of anything! I'm not gonna drag this one out. They covered...COVERED my wall with shout!
Did I learn my lesson? NOPE! In a horrid rant...YELLING and SCREAMING, I flew into a wiping-up-the-mess-furry...I think I was using the blankets that I had just cleaned up toilet water with. All the time I'm facing the wall (still yelling) and cleaning (I eventually ended up leaving it for my husband to do) I hadn't even noticed that the girls had left the room!
Okay, I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person, but come on! Would it have taken a genius to figure out that they were going to get into more trouble. Then I heard it...CRASH! The girls had climbed up into my pantry and pushed every can off of my second shelf! How they didn't end up with a broken toe/finger/hand/foot, Ill never know!
Looking into those to angelic faces I began to laugh...and then cry...and then laugh again. I picked up my two precious little angels and locked them in their cribs! :D There they stayed until Daddy came home! I decided that poop wasn't so bad. It's hard to believe that all of that happen in just over two hours, but it did. John came home and messes got cleaned. The girls got hugged and played with...and we all survived!
Nothing could have prepared me for that day...Nothing! But that day prepared me for the next 10 years of parenting. I will never be caught off guard by a toddler again. Sure I've had some surprises along the way but I have never lost controll or had a melt down like that day. I think that's why the Lord gave me my girls first... to prepare me for all of the other children!
I have twin girls that are almost ten now and things with them as toddlers were always pretty busy. But, there is one day that will ALWAYS stand out in my mind as my worst day. These girls never did any thing on their own. When they were tiny babies I remember driving in our car feeling the need to nurse them and realizing that they were about to wake up. Then, like clock work, both of them started SCREAMING their sweet little heads off.
On this particular day, every thing started out normal. They got up, ate breakfast, played, had lunch, and then went down for their normal nap time. They usually slept from 1 to 3 pm so I did what ever it was I was doing until 3 rolled around. When I opened the door to their room I could smell it! POOP! Both of my darling 18 month olds had decided it would be a great idea to finger paint with POOP! It was on them, my wall, the cribs...EVERY WHERE! Well, instead of getting angry (I didn't spank back then!) I stripped both girls right there and put them in the tub.
When they were clean, dry, and dressed I put them in front of a movie (I LOVED the magic babysitter box back then too!) and set to cleaning the mess.
As I was finishing up a different smell caught my attention. "What could it be?" I wondered, and then, I walked into the living room!!! My amazing husband had left not only a permanent marker out but the super glue as well! Ahhhhh! After a rush of panic and the discovery that neither of them had eaten any of the glue, I shewed them away. Well I got out my Shout Gel (the ONLY thing that I have found that can remove permanent marker out of a couch) and began scrubbing away at the black scribbles all over my living room. (the carpet, walls, couch, entertainment center, TV, and so on...) I was also picking the super glue off the wall, as well.
Then I heard a noise. Now most of you mothers, I'm sure, know the noises in your house. You can tell the sound of some one playing in the sink, or jumping on the bed. Most noises around my house are recognizable to me. Even when my husband says "What was that?" I can reply with "Malachi must have jumped from the top bunk again." But this noise was different.
It went something like "Splat, Slosh, Slosh...Splat, Slosh, Slosh". Dropping what I was doing, I ran to the girls' bathroom. They had pulled out ALL of my towels, put them in the toilet and then thrown them on the floor! They had FLOODED my bathroom. There they were standing in water that was two inches deep, smiling up at me, so proud! Needless to say, I was in tears at this point! What on earth would cause a child to think of something like that?
It was then that I picked those two criminal minds up and threw them on the couch. (In a very loving, maternal way!) I was so upset at that point that I have no idea what it was that I said to (or screamed at) them but it was something like "Sit there! DON'T YOU MOVE!" While my babies sat on the couch whaling I went into the bathroom to clean up...which was a little hard to do considering the fact that they had used all of the clean towels to make the mess. I think I ended up using a couple of blankets!
I'm not sure if you noticed but, if you recall, I left what I was doing to find out what the sound was. Yup! What could be more tempting than a brand new bottle of Shout Gel? My girls certainly couldn't think of anything! I'm not gonna drag this one out. They covered...COVERED my wall with shout!
Did I learn my lesson? NOPE! In a horrid rant...YELLING and SCREAMING, I flew into a wiping-up-the-mess-furry...I think I was using the blankets that I had just cleaned up toilet water with. All the time I'm facing the wall (still yelling) and cleaning (I eventually ended up leaving it for my husband to do) I hadn't even noticed that the girls had left the room!
Okay, I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person, but come on! Would it have taken a genius to figure out that they were going to get into more trouble. Then I heard it...CRASH! The girls had climbed up into my pantry and pushed every can off of my second shelf! How they didn't end up with a broken toe/finger/hand/foot, Ill never know!
Looking into those to angelic faces I began to laugh...and then cry...and then laugh again. I picked up my two precious little angels and locked them in their cribs! :D There they stayed until Daddy came home! I decided that poop wasn't so bad. It's hard to believe that all of that happen in just over two hours, but it did. John came home and messes got cleaned. The girls got hugged and played with...and we all survived!
Nothing could have prepared me for that day...Nothing! But that day prepared me for the next 10 years of parenting. I will never be caught off guard by a toddler again. Sure I've had some surprises along the way but I have never lost controll or had a melt down like that day. I think that's why the Lord gave me my girls first... to prepare me for all of the other children!
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