Thee Farm Wife

Thee Farm Wife

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Jaiden's first video!


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Another trip down memory lane - cleaning up old posts!


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11 months old! Proof that miracles DO exist!

Jaiden was mute. As you can tell in this video that I forgot to publish way back in 2007, she only made two sounds. You can tell that she can hear because she sways to the music and responds to me saying her name. 

Jaiden began to speak four years later. We prayed and prayed and went to speech therapy. She worked so hard to find the voice that God had given her!

Now, 10 years later, she never stops!


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Future cheerleader


Jaima is in the back row on the left behind the tall girl in the hat...in the photo her back is turned - she was staring at the boys until the began cheering - she was so enthralled/distracted by the team! We got a good laugh out of that one! Kiersten and I were yelling at her to turn around!

Rock star! because this one is worth sharing, too!

He's 25 now...and married to his beautiful bride, Abby...but these pics make me so happy. He was probably 17 here...





Here are the pics of Cody and his band, Graduating Summer, from their show on Saturday night!

Communicating with Jaiden a forgotten post


This is a forgotten post from 2010! But I think it's worth sharing a snapshot of our lives at that time...

In three weeks, Jaiden has gone from not being able to tell us anything to being able to sign almost 20 words! Jaiden and Daddy working on her sign language cards everyday. We have speech therapy this morning and I am looking forward to more suggestions to help her communicate. We are still not sure of why she is not talking. One website you can look at is www.apraxia-kids.org This will give you an idea of what she is experiencing. She certainly has a high level of comprehension - for example if you name animals she can point to a picture of everyone of them - but she cannot say "cow" or "kitty", etc. She knows signs for: more, drink, milk, eat, please, cow, kitty, mouse, dog, cookie, pig, bubbles (her favorite!), bath, goodnight, light, etc. She can even put signs together like "more milk please" - she still can say "Chloe, Daddy, Mommy, no" that's about it for her speech. (Chloe is our dog.) John and I don't want you to worry - JaidenIlo is a gift from God. She will speak in her own way and in her own time. If you want to learn some signs, we are using ASL - American Sign Language. We bought a card set and book from Amazon.com and local libraries have them as well. I am not sure of a good website to use yet.

This morning we went to Jaima's school. The second graders were in charge of the worship service - it was so cute! Jaima had to buy a new outfit last night at the mall. Thank goodness Aeropostale has clearance racks - it's her favorite store!

Cody is being measured for his cap and gown today - graduation is right around the corner. We are trying to decide when to have his party - graduation is Memorial Day weekend. We also have Jaima's dance recital that week and our anniversary!


A Book Review

*I received a copy of this book at no charge from Tyndale House Publishers 
in exchange for my honest review*



Let me just start by saying, "Wow!"

I introduced this book to a group of women at our church. We studied it chapter by chapter and savored every single word.

We didn't make the assumption that all in our small group were believers. We let them go through the first part and decide for themselves. You can't be a disciple if you don't know the Discipler!

As with any new group, it takes awhile to build trust and open up. This book taught us how to do that. We also learned about the Word, how to share it and when (which is pretty important.)

By the time we were finished, we didn't want to quit! So we each made it our mission to find one new person to add to our group. 

We discipled. It wasn't that hard.

If you are looking to learn how to share your faith, or even grow your own, then you need this book. Now. Don't wait. Don't wait like we did. We didn't know that we were hurting, needy mamas. How we've grown!

Monday, June 26, 2017

Parenting is hard

I confess that I appreciate my parents so much right now. How did they survive my childhood?  Life is like a roller coaster without any brakes. Coasting at times, careening out of control...up up up and then down at 150 mph.

And I have all these words I want to write and I can't even put a sentence together. It's like my brain is refusing to adult lately. 

I feel so out of touch with our oldest son and his wife. They have their own lives to live. But I also have great joy because wow! they are so in love. It's hard to be a parent to an adult child when there are still little ones at home.

Then there is the teenage Farm Girl, who is on an emotional roller coaster of her own. Perfectly in sync with mine. Yee haw.

Skip down five years and there's the Tater Tot. She's stuck in the middle and can't seem to find her own place. She is very sensitive and like me, she eats to cover her emotions. She can also yell louder than any other human being on the planet. I swear.

There's The Farm Kid, he's 6. He's his Daddy's little Buckaroo. But he is also very mischievous. (Dang it, I had to use spell check on that one.) Yesterday, he and his brother went chasing a farm cat into an alfalfa field and scared the crap out of us. We looked for ten minutes before Jaima heard them. They had to raise their hands so we could see where they were and guide them out. Needless to say, yesterday will be entered in the record books as "exciting".

And then there's The Baby. 'Cept he's four. And he is t-r-o-u-b-l-e. He sneaks into our room at night and steals my phone. He's figured out how to crack the code. We catch him sneaking, like a lynx, across the floor. It's creepy. He also loves to eat candy and can find it anywhere. 

Tonight, at wit's end, I decide to Google "Charles Spurgeon on parenting." Spurgeon is one of the greatest preachers the world has ever known. His words are like salve for my wounds. He takes the Word of God and reaches my heart across the century with words that still ring true today:

Do not others expect from children more perfect conduct than they themselves exhibit? If a gracious child should lose his temper, or act wrongly in some trifling thing through forgetfulness, straightway he is condemned as a little hypocrite by those who are long way from being perfect themselves. Jesus says, “Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones.

Spurgeon talks about how Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me" and "Feed my lambs." What an extraordinary calling it is to be a parent. Will I lose hope during the difficult times? Or will I lean stronger on the One who has loaned these little souls to me, to train them in righteousness and yes, to teach them their manners as well...

Points to ponder on this parenting journey.

Never lose hope,
Thee Farm Wife

Friday, June 23, 2017

Musings

Looking out my window I see my favorite view of the neighbors farm. The trees in the river bottom. AJ on the riding lawnmower pretending to mow. He wants to be like his Daddy so badly.

I hear cows bellering because it's almost feeding time.

I am thankful it's Friday. Because I get to sleep in tomorrow. And have two whole uninterrupted days with my loves.

One of my favorite things right now is watching MEtv. All of the shows I spent watching after school and at night with my parents. M*A*S*H, Andy Griffith, Brady Bunch and Hogan's Heroes.

I am creating new Bible journaling pages. Today I will be finishing Psalm 1. I need that reassurance that there is life giving water.

I am wearing frumpy clothes because I really need to lose weight. And I know how to do it. I just don't want to. You know what I mean? Coconut creme pie and strawberry rhubarb crisp are calling my name.

I am (binge) watching Supernanny.

I am reading books by Marla Cilley aka The FlyLady. www.flylady.net

I am listening to sermons by Rick Warren. Hillsong. And Alex's dumb dinosaur YouTube video.

I am hoping that I am able to keep making progress in my parenting.

I am learning patience and peace making. It is amazing.

In the kitchen are fresh picked radishes, onions and peppers from our garden.

This post is part of a blogging group I am following. Just writing and recording ordinary things. One day they will be fond memories.

How are you making memories?

Lots of love and sweet tea,
Thee Farm Wife

Monday, March 13, 2017

Country living and snow storms

"City folks just don't get it."

Fact One:  We got about eleven inches of snow in a twelve hour period.
Fact Two: We live on a hill out in the middle of nowhere.
Fact Three: Thee wind is blowing out of the north.

Therefore, WE ARE SNOWED IN!

Thee Farmer woke me up at midnight after he came in from checking cows - because we are calving! - and told me I wasn't going to work in the morning. School has been cancelled. He just spent over three hours just clearing out the back half of the farm so he can get to the three barns and take care of cows. It's drifting like crazy and we have open buildings. Poor newborn calves! So, we will spend the day all working together and the "town jobs" will be on standby.

Ya all should know by now that I am a planner. I like things to run smoothly and in an orderly fashion. But I also love love love days like today when the schedule is disrupted and life must be handled accordingly. 

The kids will get dressed and it's all hands on deck. Lunch will be leftovers. Supper will be a yummy bean and ham soup in the crock pot. 

Somehow laundry will still get done (4 loads by 4). We'll listen to some George Strait. dance in the kitchen. And keep making memories.

Lots of snowy love,
Thee Farm Wife

Saturday, March 4, 2017

I locked myself in the bathroom...

by 10am this morning. 10am. And I slept in until 7:30.



It's like all of the energy the three littles have is spinning and spiraling out of control like a tornado.

I love to clean, Decorate, Move furniture and repurpose things. And they run through the house like little hellions leaving wrappers, toys and dirty socks in their wake. 

Saturday's are supposed to be my day and I confess I am so selfish. I want them to go outside and bug their daddy. I want to put a slightly adulter movie on Netflix. One with a little more action than an episode of Peppa Pig, ya know? And listen to the movie as I putter around.

After my bathroom decompression, I call my Mama. She tells me to make them sit on their beds and read a book. To not yell and to take care of myself. 

She is so wise. I don't ever remember her yelling. Not once. And I have heard her say ONE cuss word my entire life and it wasn't even a good one. I want my Mama on days like today. When she was my age she and Daddy were empty nesters and grandparents. We have a four-year-old for Pete's sake. 

I ask her - okay I beg her - to come up and visit and she simply says, "No, thank you" in that "do you think I am that crazy?" voice. I know she laughs at me every time she hangs up the phone.

What do you do to get away from the craziness? Besides, Target. Target is good. Wanna babysit?


Thursday, March 2, 2017

Ink Eyebrows and Weary Moms

Thee Farm Kid gets off of the bus. Comes in the front door and slings his backpack across the floor as usual. And then, I have to look twice. Twice. He has drawn eyebrows, a mustache and a full beard on his face with black ink pen. The eyebrows throw me into hysterics. They are so precise. What would possess him to be ever so creative? His sister tells me that he sat on the hour long bus ride with THAT on his face. I am still laughing. If I don't laugh I will cry.

Thee Farm Kid who drew eyebrows the next day...

I have a fantastic group of friends- there are 7 or 8 of us. I believe I am the eldest (oldest?) One of us is single, no children. All of our kiddos have had some type of crud this winter. Others have battled infertility.  Children who have turned their backs on God and on them. We've all witnessed miracles. And we have this amazing group text going on where we just keep encouraging. House needs sold? No problem. We're all praying. Everyone down with the flu? Healing prayers go up. 

And then last night. A weary mom feels guilty for feeling like a mom-failure. She's yelling. The house is a disaster. She may or may have not said unkind things to her husband. She may have very well lost her ever loving mind. And so we began pouring out texts. 

  • Lean on God, my friend.
  • Some days are good, and some are awful, we're all here with you.
  • I want to focus on God this Lenten season, not give something up.
  • I fall short, too!
  • I feel like I'm failing.
And my response to them all:
Please, please, please ladies do not think for one minute that just because we are Christ followers that we will be perfect mamas. I fell for that lie that Satan kept whispering in my ear and I gave up. Never give up! Keep fighting for your kids It's never ever too late to start a day or even a moment again!!!!!
And then the realization from a weary mom that we probably will never get this parenting thing figured out because it's supposed to remind us who really is in control.

Amen, sister, Amen. 

If being a Christian meant perfection I'd want no part of it. How else am I to help those around me who are battling the same craziness that I am? One sin-filled, impatient, God-leaning day at a time.