Denny and Sadie

Those are the horses names. Denny and Sadie. They are both female. Can you tell that I asked my husband some questions last night?

I got the up-close shots of Denny. Although I never knew that Denny was a girl name. I always thought it was a boy name. Ya know, like Denny's the restaurant? Does anyone know if it was named after a male or a female?

Anyway, Sadie is a very old horse. He said they are just waiting for her to die. She is the one in the far distance. She actually doesn't look too great right now because her "winter coat is shedding."

Denny is fat. I thought so when I was taking her pictures, but my husband confirmed it for me. I asked if anyone rides them. He said no. I asked if they were still ride-able. He said sure, Denny is. If you can catch her. He said that she's very fast and fun to ride. Even though she is fat, and even though he hasn't ridden her for years. I don't know if I can call him a cowboy anymore, if he doesn't ride a horse. This may be cause for another discussion.

Horses

So I'm back! I was gone out of town, doula-ing for a while, but I came home yesterday, and everything is back to normal. :)

So I thought it might be time to introduce you to our horses. Here I have talked about the cows for a couple of months, but I have left the horses out. There's actually a reason why I did this. I couldn't see them. Here is our first conversation about the horses:

Me: Honey, where are the horses?

Him: Ouside, in front.

Me: But I looked for them, and I couldn't see them. Aren't they supposed to be in the front yard?

Him: They are down by the sewer ponds.

Me: The sewer ponds? Okay, so I know our sewer is somewhere in our front yard, but I didn't know that we had a pond. And I still can't see them. I'm looking!

Him: That's because they are down by the city sewer ponds

Me: The city sewer ponds? Why are they down there?

Him: There's more to eat. Nothing to eat up here.

Me: Why do they have sewer ponds?

Him: Every city has sewer ponds. Ours eventually run into the creek.

Me: Uh, so watch out for the creek huh?

Him: No.. it's broken down before it goes into the creek.

Me: I never knew that about sewage....

Anyway, so they were too far away to take pictures of. I kept meaning to drive down to the sewer ponds to take pictures of them, but I never did. So while I was out of town this past weekend, my husband moved the horses back into our front yard. Now I have pictures!

Bet none of you get to have a front yard fence of barbed wire. I do, because we have horses out there.

This is how close they are to the front door. Not too close, but now ya know.

I don't know this one's name, but here is a picture of her. I think it's a "her."

I'm not sure what they do beside stand there and eat. No one rides them....and they don't get on them to herd the cattle. That's what trucks and rangers are for, right?

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So, sorry to have abandoned this blog! I've been doing a lot of doula-ing lately. In fact, right now I am here with a good friend of mine that will be having her baby soon. But I'll be posting soon! Thanks for checking in on the blog!

Night Sounds

So now that the weather is getting warmer, we can open our windows at night and enjoy the fresh air. I thought that sounded wonderful to have the fresh, country breeze to fall asleep too. So I got in bed and closed my eyes and listened to the rustle of the wind and a few crickets chirping. Then all of a sudden I heard, "Baaa!"...."Neigh, Neigh!"...."Moo!"... "Quack-Quack!" And I couldn't stop giggling. I'm not used to these nights sounds. I'm not used to going to sleep to all the animal noises, but it was quite entertaining!

Doula-ing

This past weekend, I've been doula-ing and sleeping! It was a great weekend. A beautiful baby girl was born early Friday morning to a happy mom and dad! It was a really neat experience, but probably one of the most challenging births I been to -as in challenging for my client. She had a lot of obstacles to get through and I was so impressed with her. She was amazing!

She delivered at the hospital that I will deliver at, after I get pregnant of course and then nine months later. :) It won't be for a little while, but as a doula, I plan these things. And now that I have been to that hospital, I know exactly what to emphasize in my birth plan. One of the topics being, "Please do not keep my baby away from me if my baby is healthy and breathing. I would like to hold her as soon as I can after she is born and not wait for her footprints to be marked on a piece of paper."

:)

Thank you very much.

Yes, I am very passionate and opinionated about how I feel the ideal birth should be!

Hope I haven't said too much...

Post to ya later!

You're messy!

So the little things around here really amuse me. For instance, the other day, my husband came home from working with the cows to our two kids eating dinner. Bo was so excited to see him that he ran up and started hanging on his pant legs.

He had dinner all over his hands and face. My husband commented, "Hey kid, don't touch me with your messy hands!"

I looked over at him and said, "Really honey? You already have poop on your pants.."

"Oh yeah, I guess you're right!"

Where is My Husband?

Who are you?

And what have you done with my husband?

I've always thought my husband was smart, but he is VERY smart.

And I've always thought my husband was handy, but he can fix ANYTHING.

Also, I've always thought he was a hard worker, but he sweats in the sun and freezes in the snow now for hours on end.

I really thought I knew him well, but now that we are up here, I'm seeing a whole 'nother side of him that I guess I've always known existed, but I never really got to see. He LOVES farming. He loves the country. He loves being outside and working his brains out. And he knows so much. I had no idea all this knowledge of country life, farming, cows, machinery, gardening, tractors, you name it, was inside of him. Okay, I had a little idea, but now I'm so impressed. I'm getting used to this new him....the one that was buried inside of him while we were living in the city.

I've always thought he was great, but he is REALLY great.

There are still some things that I don't quite understand just yet. For instance, he deals with cows all day. Messy, dirty cows. He can shovel manure, wade through it all day, put his arm into a mama cow to try and reach her baby calf that's stuck, and not be grossed out at all. (While I AM!) Then he comes home and I ask him to change a diaper. This is what I hear from the back room. "Oh, sick!"... "This is nasty!"..."You stink, kid!"..."Blech!"..."Gross!" and on and on. About something so tiny from a baby. I mean, have you ever seen a cow pie? Shall I go take a picture for you? It's about as big as the head of the child he is changing.

And vomit? We can't even go there. He gets so sick at the sight that he almost pukes himself.

Hahahaha. I just don't get it! Although, I wouldn't trade him places. I don't want to mess with the dirty cows. So I'll stick around here and change diapers all day!