Let the Countdown Begin

We started with a flock of 13 chickens.

Today, we have a grand total of 12.

Apparently, last night an owl got hungry and raided our pin.

How do we know it was an owl, you ask?

Because I googled it.

I google everything!

Apparnetly, chicken predators have particular ways in which they make their kill. What we found this morning was every bit of a textbook owl attack.  And with all of the owl hooting we hear everynight, I don’t doubt it for a second.

RIP little white hen #6.

I won’t get into details on what we found, but if your curious you can google it as I did.

A little note for our chicken killer –

Dear Owl that feasted on our chicken,

Next time you get hungry, could you please aim for the big black rooster in the pin? He’s kind of a jerk and deserves to be eatten.

Thank you!



First Day of Camp and Dumb A$$e$

Today was our Munchkins first day of summer camp.

Come August, he will be starting pre-school, so we thought it made perfect sense to enroll him in summer camp at the pre-school so he could become familiar with the campus and the routine.

Today could have gone one of two ways.

First option, a horrible tearful disaster.

Second option, a horrible tearful disaster.

I kid.


First option, includes our munchkin crying and having major separation anxiety when I try to leave him at camp in the hands of strangers.

Second option includes me, the grown woman and Mama, crying and having separation anxiety as I try to leave him there, at camp in the hands of complete strangers.

Luckily, neither of the two options I visioned in my head is actually how the morning played out.  Surprisingly, it went pretty smoothly…very smoothly…eriely smoothly.

Dear lord, please let the rest of the week go the same way!

This morning, we woke up, got dressed and ready and headed out the door as we normally would.  Only this time, in tow, we had a packed lunch for our little camper, and his new cute-as-hells-bells pre-school embroidered back-pack that I ordered from Pottery Barn kids.

I actually let the munchkin pick out his backpack.  He had the option of 4 different “patches” to add to his backpack to personalize it a tad more than the standard, plain one.  He had the choice of a truck, a baseball, a football, and a dinosaur.  I just KNEW he’d choose the truck, so when he said, “I want a basketball!” I almost fell off my chair. 

Unfortunately, basketball wasn’t even an option, so I informed him he’d have to make another selection. 

So there we were, back to the drawing board.  I knew “truck!” was about to fly out of his mouth, when all of a sudden he excitedly screamed, “BASEBALL! I want the baseball.”

I probably asked him 10 times if he was SURE.  He assured me he was.  So I added the baseball patch to our cart, went thru the checkout process, and it was on its way to us in days.

When the package arrived, he was by my side ready to rip it open.  When I excitedly handed him his personalized backpack, he looked at me with the straightest, most serious face and asked, “Why didn’t you get me the football one?”

I can’t win. 

Anyways, we headed off to school with all of the necessary items tucked nicely inside his new backpack, equip with a BASEBALL patch.

On the way to school, I was talking up his camp and trying to prep him for being dropped off.

“You’re going to have so much fun at your school today!”

“You’re going to meet so many friends, and play on the playground!”

“I bet you will do cool art projects, and play with all of the toys with your new friends!”

Then my little church camper looked at me from his toy he had fumbling in his hands, and mumbled something…

I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly, so I asked him to repeat.

Then, I had a heart attack.

I’m not sure where he heard it, but he repeated the phrase I thought I had just heard… “dumb-asses.”  The phrase spewed out of his mouth like he was 21 years old talking to his BFF about the kids at the movies dressed in Starwars costumes.

I had to think fast, and try my hardest not to laugh.  It really wasn’t funny…well, maybe just a teensy weensy bit.

I explained, in a harsh tone, that “those words were adult words, and kids couldn’t say them.”

I told him that he would get in BIG trouble at school if he said that, and that is wasn’t nice and WASN’T ALLOWED.

He looked at me seriously, and said, “kids can’t say those words, ‘dumb asses’?  Only adults?”

“Correct,” I responded.  ONLY adults.

Seriously, I don’t even know where he heard this phrase.  I’m no angel, and I’ve been known to drop a few profanity’s every now and again, but “dumb ass” isn’t really in my rotation of bad words.  I’m more of a quick four letter word profanity dropper. 

I definitely do my best to not say these things around Will.  The only thing I can think of is television, or conversations he hears, but isn’t necessarily a part of.  Obviously, we really need to be much more careful, and monitor the television shows- even if it isn’t something he directly watches.

So now, to add additional anxiety to my morning, I get to worry that he could go to school and repeat this new phrase he’s picked up.

Awesome, just what I needed.  One more thing to stress about!

Drop-off went smooth.  I got there early, so I could hang with him for a bit in his classroom.  He comfortably played with toys and met his teacher.  When other kids started showing up, I informed him that I would be going to work soon and I’d be back to pick him up later.  I kissed him and hugged him, told him to be a good boy and prompted him to go play with the other kids.  After a couple of minutes, I motioned to the teacher that I was going to make my exit.  She told me that she thought he would be fine, as he didn’t seem to be phased.  She also told me that I could call to check in if I wanted…I think she could sense my anxiety.

So, there you have it.  I grabbed my keys, headed out of the classroom, and walked to my car.  I didn’t even cry.

I said a little prayer to myself that he wasn’t crying – I could just picture him looking around expecting to see me, and realizing that I wasn’t there.  Then he’s there by himself, in a place he doesn’t know, and with people he doesn’ t know and he’s crying. 

Luckily, this wasn’t the case!  Whew!!

As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, proud of myself for not loosing it, my mind suddenly went back to his naughty little phrase.

So I said another prayer, “dear lord, please don’t let him utter those words again.”

I waited until precisely 10:30 AM to call and check in. 

Yes, they probably have a star by my name in the office as an overbearing, worrier parent.

All was well. 

I counted down the minutes until it was time for me to go pick him up.  I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall observing his first day at camp.

Did he make friends?  Was he talkative?  Was he shy? Did he share?  Did he listen?  I wanted answers to all of these questions…and more!

When I arrived to pick him up, I sat at the door peeping thru the glass window.  He looked like he was having the best time!

Instant relief!

When some of the other Mom’s arrived and walked right into the room, I didn’t want them to think I was some crazy lady in the hallway stalking the kids from outside of the door, so I finally went in.

Will was SUPER excited to see me, and immediately started telling me all about his day.

“Mama, I walked in a line like this (and he put his arms behind his back)”  – I guess this is how they walk in lines

Then he told me all about how he played on the playground, decorated bubbles, did “projects,” played with toys, made friends, and watched a dog movie during nap.

We loaded up his gear, and his teacher gave me a glowing report.  She said he couldn’t have done any better on his first day.  She said he went with the flow, he listened, he helped, he ate his lunch, and was just wonderful.

I did a little victory dance in my head, and took a big sigh of relief.

She went on to tell me that, “He didn’t ever fall asleep during nap time, but he quietly stayed on his mat and watched a movie.” 

They had to have tranquilized my child for nap time.  There is no way he laid on a mat with other children around and new toys all around him.  I think she may be pulling my leg on this part!

With a glowing report, and an empty lunch box and BASEBALL backpack in hand, we exited the building and loaded up in the car.  Of course, I continued to ask him about his day.  He answered excitedly.

Then out of no where, he informed me that, “I didn’t say those adult words at school, Mama.”

This again?!…I was praying he forgot!

I thanked him, and sternly reminded him that those were adult words, and that he would be in big trouble if he repeated them.  Then I changed the subject.



Live Simply

Last week on vacation we took a trip over to Apalachicola, FL for window shopping and dinner.

Locals and old-timers don’t usually call Apalachicola, Apalachicola.  It is simply shortened to, Apalach…which is what I’ve grown up calling it.

Part of the outing turned out to be a nightmare, as it involved a lost wallet, and stolen money.  But, this is a happy post, so I won’t even get into that whole debacle.

Anyway, for those of you that don’t know of, or have never been to Apalach, let me paint you a picture – Think of the oldest, cutest little fishing town you’ve ever visited.  Vision exactly 2 blocks of little shops and random restaurants that fill the old buildings and lazily welcome in guests with the warmest, “hey ya’ll” you’ve ever heard.  Then envision 100 coats of paint in some areas, as they’ve attempted to cover the cracks that naturally come with the aging of the buildings.  Lastly, imagine hand written signs scotch-taped to the doors of some shops that read, “cash only,” as the technology and the desire for it is non-existent and cash is just the easy SIMPLE way to go.

Welcome my friends, you have just entered Apalach!

I LOVE Apalach.  It is like taking a step back into time, and you can just feel the history that surronds the small town.

A mere 20 minute ride from St. George Island,  Apalach guarantees a good time of shopping the little boutiques, feasting on the freshest of seafood, and some of the best people watching an inquisitive person could ask for.  If you happen to visit Apalach, be sure to have lunch at Tamaras for the fish tacos.  Enjoy a glass of wine and an appetizer at Verandas, and be sure to grab gelato at A’ La Mode!

While walking around Apalach, we entered a shop called Apalach Outfitters.  A cute little shop carrying slightly overpriced items; from clothing to fishing gear.  A hodge-podge of items, for sure!  Brands such as Patagonia, Rainbow, Costa Del Mar, Shimano (fishing gear) and Ella Moss lined the shelves and hanging racks.

It was in this store that we spent approximately 45 minutes trying on sunglasses, as everyone in my family needed to find the perfect pair.  When I got bored with the sunglass fashion show, I decided I’d glance around at all of the other items in the store.

As I looked over the racks, I came across this shirt by Patagonia: 

Actually on sale, here: http://www.patagonia.com/us/product/patagonia-boys-kids-live-simply-guitar-t-shirt?p=62159-1-233

For whatever strange reason, this shirt struck a chord with me. 

I liked it. 

Actually, I LOVED it!  So simple, yet spoke volumes to me for some reason.  It really made me think.

Which lead to an idea for the blog.

A challenge of sorts.

You see, this shirt made me want to simplify my life.  It made me want to, LIVE SIMPLY.

This is a powerful f’ing tee-shirt.  It might very well have some sort of super-natural powers!  Never before have I ever looked at a shirt that I liked at first glance and thought anything but, “buy it!”

Because of this shirt, and the strong emotion I had when I thought deeper into the meaning of it, I am offering up a challenge – to myself, and to you. 

A challenge to Live Simply…or at least, more simpler.

Every month I am going to pick something; a task, a project, or a goal to achieve.  I will pick something that helps me and my family live a SIMPLER life.  Whether it be something that is positive on the environment, a smart financially simple change, or just an overall stress reduction, I will tackle one thing a month and add it to my family’s daily routine.

I challenge you to do the same.  Come up with your own, LIVE SIMPLY task and go with it.  One small change a month can’t kill you.  Just think, one small change a month for one year adds 12 simple tasks that can help make a difference for you and for the future.  Not too shabby, huh!

I will extend an apology to anyone who thought this post might have something to do with Paris Hilton & Nicole Richie and  their show, The Simple Life.  Definitely has NOTHING to do with them, however, I’ve probably seen every episode and if you’d like to discuss the ridiculousness of the show, I’m always game! 

Let me get back to it…

I have a few ideas of things that I can do in my life and with my whole family to Live Simply.

Just before the start of each month, I will announce what the item or concentration for that month will be.

For the month of August, it will be…

Create a RECYCLE CENTER in our home, and use it!

We don’t concentrate that much on recycling (honestly – not at all), but I know it is something very important for the environment and for the future.

So my Living Simpler project for the month of August is to recycle. 

I purchased stackable containers that have lids and flap tops at Costco not too long ago.

My soon-to-be Recycle Center

I am going to label them accordingly: Glass, Plastic, Paper; then I am going to find a good home for them in my pantry by the trash station.  I am praying they slide side-by-side just under the bottom shelf of the pantry, but some measuring is needed to be sure this is possible.  Once they are in place we are really going to make a conscious effort to use them.

We don’t have garbage or recycle service out in the booney’s where we live, but I’ve confirmed that the community “dump” that Wes hauls our trash to does in fact, have a recycle facility.   If I make it super easy and have it pre-separated, then this recycle thing should be pretty painless.  We Wes can just carry each bin out, toss it in his truck and dump them accordingly when he takes the trash.  Upon his return from dumping the trash and taking the recycle, we can hose out the bins and return them to their resting place in the pantry.

Simple. Easy. Earth-saving.

Just for giggles, I will share with you a few other ideas I have for my monthly LIVE SIMPLY tasks:

  • Start a Compost
  • Make a clothes line – so I can hang laundry to reduce the energy we use on drying clothes.
  • Start a herb garden – Basil, parsley, thyme, oregano, chives, mint, etc.  I’m DREAMING of this one and I can’t wait!
  • Make All-Natural Cleaning Products to use around the house.
  • Start Dave Ramsey Financial University

My list needs a little work, and I’ll definitely be adding to it.  But it is a start.

Look for pictures soon of my finished home recycle center!

What is on your, Live Simply list?  What will you do this month to, LIVE SIMPLY?  Be sure to let me know, as I would love to be inspired by your ideas.

Living Simply Simpler,


Vac-ay Week!

I live for a nice long vacation!  Last week, I had just that.

My brother came home from Indiana for the week, and we all (my family & guests) spent most of the time down on the Island.

The weekend started out a little gloomy, but by Monday the weather cleared up and we couldn’t have asked for more perfect beach days.

We tanned, relaxed, swam, boogie-boarded, napped, ate, played cards, played volleyball, fished, ate, napped, laughed, ate and napped.

Here are a few pictures from our beach time:

Goofy Mr. Will

Fishing for dinner!


The Beach Cottage! Still standing strong after all of these years.

My sweet baby boy!Uncle Bopple and Will.

Intense volleyball matches!

Will and I headed home from the beach on Thursday.  We had some errands to run and things to take care of.

Friday was filled with errands – Target, Chic-a-lay, Joanne Fabrics, Aunt Paula’s salon for Will’s haircut appointment, a stop by the office, meeting Wes, TJ Maxx, and lastly a 2 hour trip to Publix. 

Saturday morning, I headed to Jacksonville to attend the Britney Spears Femme Fatale concert.  It was amazing, and I actually ended up meeting Larry Rudolph (Britney’s manager, who has not only turned her career completely around, but also manages a ton of other celebrities).  I had the nicest conversation with him, and it goes on record that he is the only famous person I’ve ever spoken to.

Sunday morning, I headed home to my guys and prepared things for the week.

Will starts his pre-school summer camp on Monday, and I will be sure to post to let you know how all of that goes.  I’m a little nervous. 

What if he freaks out when I try to leave?!

I guess only time will tell.

For now, I need to finish up this post…The Entourage final season starts tonight…actually in 15 minutes.  It is the perfect ending to my week off.


Fun With Food

We will be taking a vacation soon and heading for one of my favorite places on earth…St. George Island.

My brother, AKA Uncle Bopple, is coming home from Indiana for a week to go to the beach with the fam.  This trip will be the first time in a really long time that my whole family is all together again. I couldn’t be more excited!

We really don’t know how Bopple, became Bopple.  When Will was younger, for whatever reason Thomas came out as Bopple.  So we had Uncle Bopple and Bopple the Train.  Since, he has learned to call Bopple the Train, Thomas the Train, but Uncle Bopple has stuck and it is probably all he’ll ever know. 

Let me get on with it…

I have a few blogs I read on a regular basis, and one of them is The Homemade Parade.  Randi, the author of The Homemade Parade is amazing at what she does.  She recently started a second blog, Flying High Fun for Kids where she features fun and educational activities for children.  Her ideas are inventive, fresh,  educational and just-plain-adorable!!  I highly suggest you check out both of her blogs when you can.

At the beginning of July, Randi wrote a post titled, Summer School By The Sea.  At the end of her post she mentioned an Octopus and Sea Shell Supper.  Curious, I had to follow the link to find out more.  I’m so glad I did!

Randi made shells and cheese macaroni, strategically cut a hotdog to resemble an octopus, and gently placed it on top of the “shells.”  It was the cutest beach-themed supper I’d ever seen.

Directions, here.   (Scroll towards the bottom for Octopus and Sea Shell Supper, however, but be sure to check out all of the recipes listed.)

Low and behold, last weekend I was debating on what to make Will for lunch.  Then it hit me!  I would start putting Will in the beach-y mood by making him “Octopus and Sea Shell Supper.”

I can’t tell you how thrilled he was, and how excited he got.

He even announced to me every time he took a bite of his octopus. 

“I’m eating one of his legs, Mama.”

Giggle, giggle.  “I just ate his head.”

“I’m going to eat 2 legs now!”

It was so cute to watch his face light up and get excited.  It was also fun because we snuck in a little sea creature/counting lesson and he didn’t even know it.

He now reminds at least twice a week that octopus have 8 “legs.” 

I’ve tried to tell him they are tentacles, but to an almost-three-year old, ‘legs’ are all he wants to hear.

Here is a picture of my little beach bum and his Octopus and Sea Shell Supper.

Here’s a shot of our Octo-dog and Shells.

Lastly, here’s a cute picture of my little man.

Catch you on the flip side,


Welcome to Wine On The Nightstand

Hello everyone, 

I hope that this message finds you well! 

I wanted to share with you something that I started a couple of months ago.  Truth be told, I’ve been a little hesitant about sharing it because I wasn’t sure if it would be a hobby I would have the time to maintain.  Luckily, it has been a fun ongoing project and I’ve been making the time to keep up with it.  

I will preface this with saying, “I am by no means a professional writer.”  🙂  I am sure my grammar isn’t 100%, and there are probably typos throughout.  I pretty much write like I talk, and try not to look back.  I’m not taking this new hobby too seriously, and neither should you.  So, I will apologize in advance for any errors that are present…and I’m sure there are errors present!   

I am by no means The Pioneer woman (www.thepioneerwoman.com).  My photography skills are not professional, nor am I as entertaining a writer, as she.  But by becoming a frequent reader of her blog, she inspired me to start my own.  So that is just what I did.

 I love the fact that I now have a fun and easy way to share with our family and friends (near and far), stories, memories and pictures of what’s going on in our lives.

 I will do my best to update the blog as frequently as I can and I hope that you enjoy “catching up” with us, as much as I am enjoying creating the posts.

 Without further procrastination, here is the link to my blog:


 Drop by when you can, and feel free to leave comments!  This is basically becoming our memory book, and I would love to include your comments and thoughts with those memories. 

Have a wonderful day!


 *If you’d like to read my posts from the beginning, I would suggest starting from the oldest post and working your way to the current.  You can definitely read them in any way you please, but things will probably make a little more sense reading from the oldest post and making your way to today’s.


Rooster Attack

Did you know that Roosters were mean?

I sure as hell didn’t. 

But I definitely do now.

I can officially say, I have been attacked by a rooster.

We have 2 roosters in our flock of chickens.  We are about to have just 1.

Apparently, the black rooster that we have gets a little worked up at feeding time, and I recently found out, can get really aggressive.  For the past week, things have been fine, and he hasn’t laid a feather on any of us.  But for some reason yesterday, that all changed.

Will and I got home right around 6 and we started working on all of the feeding chores that have to be done around here.  When it came time to feed the chickens, we filled up the chicken feed scoop and headed down for the chicken pen.  When we arrived, the chickens seemed to be anxiously awaiting their feed.  They came running towards the gate clucking, and cock-a-doodle-dooing. 

I instructed Will to stand just outside the gate and hold it closed while I went into to dump the feed into the feeder.  Normally, he comes right in with me, but today for some reason (probably god watching over him) I thought it’d be best if he stayed on the outside of the fence.  With that, we opened the gate, I entered the pen, and Will held the gate closed behind me.

At first glance into the pen I noticed the chicken’s water was knocked over, so I went over to straighten it up.  I picked it up, placed it right-side up and then turned around to dump the feed in the chicken feeder.  As I turned around, I heard the cluck of the big black rooster, saw him flapping his wings and coming straight at me.  He looked like a freaking bear when he spanned his wings out and got a little off the ground.

All in one swoop he plucked at my shin one good time with his beak.  Terrified, I threw the feed scoop to the other end of the cage and screamed bloody murder as I took off for the gate of the pen.  I was getting the hell out of dodge and wishing death upon the mean rooster that came at me.

As I quickly exited ran for my dear life out of the pen, I noticed the throb of my shin and the rapid pace of my heart.  I was wearing jeans, so I couldn’t see my skin right way, but I just knew that I had a gaping wound from his razor-sharp beak.   To top it off, I MIGHT also be experiencing a heart attack from the fright of his attack.

As I got my composure together, I gathered up the courage to roll up my pant leg to assess the damage.  I just knew I would be heading to the ER for stitches.  My shin hurt that bad.

I grabbed the bottom seam of my jeans and slowly rolled it back one roll at a time until I exposed my peck wound.

Ok, so my wound might not have been a big open wound that I just KNEW it was, but it was the worst little blood blister I’ve ever seen in my life. 

For the record, it DID hurt like it needed stitches.  I believe the true damage is all internal, and I just can’t see it with my eyes.

I immediately called Wes and told him how the attack unfolded and I laid down the law that the, “Black Rooster has to go!”

Of course, his initial reaction was to laugh.

Sometimes, I want to hurt him.

Then, he made a typical man comment and told me that we could eat him.

Men really think completely different from women.  There is NO WAY I could eat the rooster.  I don’t care what we do with him, or where he goes, but there was no way I could cook the rooster knowing that at one time it was considered one of our pets. 

I quickly told him that, eating him wasn’t an option and he could give the rooster to anyone he wanted, and that person could do whatever they’d like with him.  There’s just no way, I was going to eat him.  NOT happening.

For now, the mean rooster hangs with the rest of the flock.  But I promise you this…if he lays another feather or comes at me again with that razor-sharp beak; I’m DONE!  He can freaking starve for all I care.

I really wish a hawk would eat him.  Or a bear.  Or a panther….or our neighbor. 

Rooster- it’s what’s for dinner.


Daddy’s Boss

I’ll file this one under, “kids say the darnest things”…..

Today, as I was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch I asked Will to pick up his toys from the living room. 

Of course, in response to my request he asked me, “why?”

This is a pretty standard response for him lately, and it is starting to drive me crazy.

I glared at him and I responded in the best way I could think of at the time.  I said, “because I’m the boss, that’s why.”

Great comeback, right? 

Then after contemplating that for a few seconds, my little angel looked at me and said, as serious as can be, “You’re not my boss, you are Daddy’s boss.”

Trying not to laugh, I resonded to that comment with a, “In some ways you are very correct, but what you need to know is that I’m YOUR boss, too!”  Now go pick up your toys!”

And as quick as I could, I leaped for the pantry to take cover so he couldn’t see me laughing at the fact that he says I’m, “Daddy’s boss.”

I’m sure Wes will think this story is just hysterical! 

For now, I’m just going to bask in all my bossy glory. 

I’m going to pour a glass of wine, and give myself a little toast.

The Boss of everyone,



A few days ago in my post  And I Proudly Stand Up, I mentioned something about “all 26 of us.”

Most of you know we are a family of 3, so I’m sure the extra 23 count is still leaving you to wonder.

Well, never fret…Here’s the explanation:

We now proudly call ourselves, farmers. 

It’s more like the funny farm around here, but never-the-less we are officially farmers.

In one weeks time, we went from being a family of 3 with 2 dogs,  to a family of 3 with 2 dogs, 11 hens, 2 roosters, and 8 goats.

I know the phrase, “what were you thinking” probably comes to mind. 

Don’t be ashamed, Wes and I nervously laugh and think the same thing on a daily basis.

Truth is, we don’t really know much, if anything, about farming or raising farm animals. 

But we’ll learn.  And we will learn quickly!

One might wonder how this whole farming thing all came about…especially, for two city raised adults with no real farming experience what-so-ever.

Here’s how this all got started:

The Chickens

My husband has a favorite hobby of searching Craigslist at every change he gets.  He found the chickens listed one day online and decided to pull the trigger.

In all fairness, I had been saying I wanted to get a FEW chickens so we could have fresh eggs.  I had mentioned to him that I’d heard there really wasn’t much to owning chickens besides keeping them fed, watered and giving them shelter.  I was sure it wouldn’t be a big deal to take care of them.

Well…What baby wants, baby gets!

By me making a simple statement that I wanted to get a FEW chickens to have farm fresh eggs, lead my wonderful husband to purchase, not 2 chickens, not 3 chickens, but a whole freaking flock of chickens!

I mean, 13 chickens!?! 

Why does it make me a little nervous that they out number us?

The Goats

The goats we’ve actually had/shared for a while.  Wes did a fence job for someone who had more goats than they knew what to do with.  So we somehow acquired 3 of them.  Until recently, the goats were living in our neighbors pasture because our pasture fencing wasn’t complete.

The goats have been doing what they do best; eating everything in sight and pro-creating.  After twins, triplets, a death and a single baby, there are now 8 goats total.  Five more goats than we ever planned on having.

Now that Wes has completed our pasture fencing the goats have a job on our farm; to clear approximately 2 acres of wooded pasture. Our plan is to eventually have a big open pasture, so that my dream of having horses on our farm can come true.

Horseback riding is one of the things I miss most.  It was such a fun hobby growing up, and I’d truly love to get back into it.

So call us crazy…I would, and do!  But we’ve got our little farm going out here and it has been quite the comical project.

Meet some of the newest members of our farm family:

Two Thumbs Up

Last Saturday, Wes and I decided to finally make good on a promise we made to Will.

For the past 3 or 4 weeks we’ve been promising him that since he had been accident free (with potty-training), that we would take him to see the new Cars movie in the BIG theater.

We somehow always managed to emphasise that it was a BIG theater.  So whenever he would ask us when we were going to see the movie, he’d make sure to remind us that it had to be at the BIG theater. 

Will had never been to a movie before, at least not at the BIG theater.  We’ve watched plenty on movies here at the house, but the BIG theater is kind of a BIG deal…at least to an almost 3 year old.

We set off mid morning for a quick-lunch and to see the motion picture.

Will got to choose the lunch spot, so  naturally, we set our course for Chic-a-lay. 

That is not a typo; Will has renamed Chic-fil-a.  It is now known in our house as, Chic-a-lay.  Don’t try to tell him otherwise, because he will assure you it is, Chic-a-lay.

After we finished lunch, our next stop was the BIG theater.  We arrived in just enough time and bought tickets for our 12:15 pm showing of Cars 2. 

Did you know that children under the age of 3 are free at the movies?  SCORE!

The nerd that I am, I made sure to take along my camera. 

I mean, it WAS his first movie experience.

Here’s my 2 dudes walking up to get tickets for Will’s first ever BIG theater movie.

What a face from that little stinker.

Before taking our seats, I took Will for a pre-movie potty break and Wes headed for the snack counter to get pop-corn and candy.

Aside from not letting us forget about out promise of taking him to see Cars 2 in the BIG theater, Will also reminded us frequently that we promised him pop-corn and candy to enjoy during our movie outing.

After dropping $275 on popcorn and candy at the refreshment stand, we headed in to find some seats.

I’m obviously exaggerating slightly on the cost of movie snacks, but can anyone believe what they charge for food at a movie theater!?  Seriously, $5 for a small bottle of water!  I could get a whole case of water bottles for that!

We found some good seats on the top row, and got comfy.  When the previews began Will’s eyes doubled in size and he got the biggest grin on his face.  Naturally, I was too busy stuffing my face with popcorn to remember to take a picture of his first reaction. 

Recreating that moment wasn’t going to happen…so I had to settle for a picture of him attentively watching previews.

Our movie experience was overall positive.  Will loved the movie.  We only had to take him out for 2 potty breaks, and there were only a couple of times when we had to tell him to pipe down.

The family sitting next to us definitely got a kick out of Will and his questions and comments.  The mother and father looked at us a few times to giggle at whatever just came out of his mouth.

Luckily, they were amused and not annoyed.

Before the movie even started his comments were, “I need some more pop-corn” and “Can I have some more M’s?”

When the movie finally began, and at the first site of Mater he said excitedly, “There’s Tow-Mater!”

He followed quickly behind with, “There’s McQueen!”

Then throughout the movie….

 “Where’d Mater go?”

 “that was funny!”

“why’d that car do that?”

But what really got to me, is when he looked up from the screen at Wes and I, gave us each a big kiss and hug and said, “I love you sooooo much.”

Suddenly, the $275 popcorn tasted better, my movie seat got more comfortable, and my heart melted like the M&M’s Will had been clenching in his hand for the past 10 minutes.

I would take him back to see another movie in a second!!  It was a great family outing, and was well deserved my our little accident free ‘Mater.

The only part of this outing that  Will didn’t seem to like was leaving.  This was due to 2 reasons.

1. Because there were games in the lobby area of the theater that he wanted to play, and

2. Because when we went outside it was so bright, and such a shock to his eyes that he could hardly see.

Naturally I had to snap a picture of the whining that took place on our way out.  Can someone say, NAP-TIME!!

Two thumbs up,