Thee Farm Wife

Thee Farm Wife

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Shhh...don't tell

I think it's hilarious that the girls don't know any better - you don't have to rake leaves when you live in the country! But we put them to work anyways!
I totally forgot about the shadows you can tell, we were all outside!
Jaima made the biggest pile!

AJ didn't really like the leaves,

He would rather play basketball!

This is Daddy's favorite picture...

A year ago this weekend our precious boy came to live with us. It was a long, hard year, and he is finally ours. But most important of all he is healthy!!! We love you Aiden John.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Homemade biscuits, take one

Ignore the counters lol haven't gotten that far yet this morning.

So, I have this old lard can that I keep Cascade pacs in for the dishwasher...oh and ignore the drill that The Farmer hasn't taken back to the shop yet.

On it is a recipe for biscuits:

2 cups sifted, all purpose flour
4 tsp. baking powder
3/4 tsp. salt
1/4 cup lard
2/3 cup milk

Resift flour with baking soda and salt. Add lard and blend with pastry blender or tow knives until mixture resembles corn meal. Add milk all at once, stirring until ingredients are dampened. Turn dough out on floured board, knead lightly 1/2 minute and pat out to 3/4 inch thickness. Cut out biscuits and bake in 425 degree oven for 12-15 minutes.

I have always had dreams of being a Southern Belle and making hot, flaky biscuits for my family each morning. They turned out pretty well, but I have a tummy ache from the lard :) and grape jelly.

Choosing to stay home

That's right, it is a choice. Some call it a sacrifice. But what am I sacrificing really by staying home and being a mommy? A career? Shopping? A new car?

I hate seeing 20something mommies trying to juggle it all. I've been there. Single mom at 19. Going to college. Working three jobs. Living in substandard housing in the ghetto. Life back then was anything but sane. Plus, I was on the ever present quest to find Mr. Right and always ended up with Mr. Totally Wrong. Because there was something missing from the equation. G-O-D.

In my insane journey of putting motherhood on the back burner, my son was the one who sacrificed. We were always running late. Notes never got signed. Library books were lost. Dinner was drive-thru. Yes, Cody survived, even thrived, because I made a choice.

When The Farmer and I met and married, we decided that me staying home would be best for us all. He got three square meals a day and I got to learn how to be a mommy. Because it didn't come easy and there is no manual, because Dr. Spock was a man! After Jaima turned two I decided I was bored and went to town to get a job. Stupid. I spent all the money I made on gas, daycare, junk food and clothes. I think we had less when I worked in town. The house was a mess. My kids were a mess. My marriage was on the back burner. I worked for four years til JaidenIlo came along and I've been home ever since.

I always hear, "I would stay home but we need health insurance." or "You guys farm so it's easier for you." Hogwash. Just go without something or things. Do you need 250 TV channels? A $500/month car payment? I won't list more.

Goodwill is awesome. Aldis for groceries. Buy a side of beef and learn how to cook. Rent movies from the library. Drive a used car. Quit running. I guarantee that you being home during your child's growing up years will be satisfying. They love nothing more than seeing your face when they wake up, or get off of the bus each day. A hot meal, at the table, with the whole family present. Snuggles on a sick day. Collecting leaves together and singing off key.

That's my encouragement to you today. You can't be supermom, she doesn't exist, but you can make the difference in the life of a child.

Read Proverbs 31 or visit (I love this site and magazine!) whatever choice you make, just make sure your giving it your all!

Blessings to you this Friday...

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Harvest Cooking

It's 9am and I am cooking lunch and supper at the same time! Hamburger casserole, so it's ready to eat whenever the men are. I might make a batch of chili, too, so I won't have to cook tomorrow!

Yesterday the box elder bugs invaded the farm. Today, not a bug in sight. Must be too chilly this morning.

John baled corn stalks yesterday. I love seeing hundreds of them on the horizon. Shows hard work and preparedness.

I have started a letter writing campaign lol. I love to write so email me your mailing address at I still believe there's nothing better than getting a letter in the mail. Adds a little joy to all of those bills!

Enjoy your day friends!

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Rediscovering Me Time

I love to draw and paint. When Jaima was born ten years ago I used to paint almost everyday. Then she started walking and I haven't picked up a brush since. Tonight I started drawing. My paints were still good lol and a fall scene comes to life.

Me time is good for the soul!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Quitting Facebook

Well, it's been a rough day...came home from babysitting at church to find out my dog got hit by a car. Poor Pickles...I am so sad. This is one of the few things I hate about life on the farm.

He would never look at the shy boy...everybody else hated him because he was a yippy ankle biter. It's gonna be a sad night tonight because he always sleeps at my feet...

I quit Facebook. It was an addiction that had to go. I have a lot better things to do with my time. I want real friends, in person friends. I love my friends that live out of state (and welcome! if this is your first blog read) but I found I was being hurt by posts, feeling left out by other certain posts - like when do you stop calling friends and sharing your life and saying "Well, I posted it on Facebook!"


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Oh rats

As in the four-legged under my chicken coop in an exquisite tunnel of engineering...and attacking my 2 week old chicks. John and Cody moved the coop. Cody poured buckets of water down the holes and we waited...I saw a nose poke out and screamed. And then my 20-year-old son screamed and came running at me, arms flailing, and I LAUGHED. He still needs his mommy. HAHAHAHAHA I will spare you the details of the rest...there were pitchforks involved. But it made for a very exciting morning, all before I had my first cup of coffee!