A drone took a pic of my parents’ farm…
A few weekends ago, we went to visit my parents at their farm. They asked before we went if we could help with the clean up of branches and sticks that had fallen during our really long winter. No problem…and we dressed appropriately. My man and his son joined us as well…crazy guys that they are. His son jumped in and helped out:
Someone had to watch the burning barrel at all times.
When my man took a turn, he remembered a camping hack he had read recently where you “roast” Starburst. Surprisingly, it works! He pointed a stick with his knife, roasted the Starburst until they were just bubbling, blew them to cool them off, and enjoyed!
He also had some cheap Easter chocolate in his jacket pocket so tried that too. Surprisingly, it caramelized the outside, and made it taste almost like Lindor.
We were all outside for hours…and surprisingly, my son just kinda wandered around, doing his own thing and no one was worried he was going to run away. Yay! So different from when we lived on the farm for a year when we couldn’t be more than 1-2′ away from him for fear of him taking off.
Needless to say…we had some sleeping children in the backseat when we drove home. 🙂
The lovely Christella from Crawl The Line is the new Tech Blogger at Yummy Mummy Club. Congrats! Since I’m part of the #YMCCommunity under the Special Needs tag (go figure!), I thought it was my “duty” to be part of this…plus, Christella is awesome! Before even getting to know Christella, I was hooked by her tag line on her website: “Ruining the reputation of mothers everywhere. Let’s hug it out.”. She is definitely my kind of peeps!
To celebrate her birthday month (Happy Birthday hunny!), she decided to create a #YMCPhotoADay challenge for May. I only read about it this morning on her personal Facebook so technically, I missed May 1st, which was to show your purse. Since I’ve been sick for what feels like forever, you DON’T want to see my purse right now…besides unfiled receipts and my wallet, it’s currently filled with cough drop wrappers and used tissues. Ewwww! It might be easier to throw it out. Ugh. Instead, I’ll reshare the link for when I “dumped my purse” for Kelley’s Breakroom last year.
Today, we are supposed to share a photo of what we were doing at 10:15am. I was waiting to hear back about a Skype meeting, which ended up being scheduled at 11am so, what did I do to pass the time? What any SAHM does…well, it’s what this SAHM does when she’s finally starting to feel better (I LOVE antibiotics!!!!) and am an avid baker…started making pumpkin loaf:
Even used eggs from my parents’ farm:
Now, time for my first chai in weeks. Again, I LOVE antibiotics!
Stay tuned throughout the month of May for the #YMCPhotoADay challenge.
As mentioned yesterday, I went to my parents’ farm for the weekend (even went yesterday again for a community event). Here’s some random pictures from my weekend visit.
So much cuteness!
Can’t be at the farm without taking pictures of the machinery. My best friend is so proud as she works at John Deere head office here in Canada.
If you ask my dad, these are “guard geese”. If you ask me, they are dinner.
And last, but not least, a rooster having a bit of an identity crisis, thinking he’s going to lay an egg.
Welcome to the farm!
Day 24- Where Do You Live?
Tell us or show us about where you live
The kids and I moved back to the family hobby farm this summer, in Small Town, Ontario, Canada, which is also my hometown. 40 acres surround us, plus horses, cows, geese, chickens, dogs, and cats. Nice to be reconnecting with childhood friends, making new friends and learning what brought people to the area. It’s been interesting to see my hometown through my “parent eyes” rather than my “childhood eyes”.
My kids were born and grew up in a city so it’s been neat to see their wonder of things that are just normal in small towns…horse and buggies, buskers playing downtown on weekends, busy parks during the day where everyone knows eachother, etc. It’s been an adjustment in remembering that things close earlier here and the library isn’t always open, but we work through it.
Being a SAHM to 6 year old twins can be a bit isolating, especially when we just moved back to the family farm and one of my twins has Autism. Having said that, one always needs to find humour or the positive in every situation so I thought I would share with the world my interpretation on current events. Please note, pretty much the only sources of information for me is Facebook, Twitter, a music radio station we listen to in the car, and kids’ shows. So, here are my ramblings without Googling the items first…
Norway – with the greatest respect, I know something horrible has happened but, couldn’t tell you any details other than people have died.
US Debt – ummm…how is this “news”? Haven’t they always been in debt?
Somalia – what’s going on? I’m guessing it’s related to famine or AIDS. Either way, it can’t be good.
Ontario weather – I’ve stopped checking the daily weather report. It’s hot. Hotter than hell. High temperature plus humidity makes it about ten million. Glad I have naturally straight hair. Sorry curly or wavy haired girls…
Amy Winehouse died – too bad. So young. Unfortunately, with the amount of partying she did, I’m not all that surprised…wait, how many times has she been in rehab? Didn’t help her apparently.
Fabio has become the new Old Spice guy – he’s alive? I really need to see this!!
JLo & Marc Anthony split up – oh no! Another fellow family with twins bites the dust. So sad.
POST – GOOGLING
Oh Gawd. I suck. I really need to start paying more attention to the world outside of our little family but…wait, excuse me while I stop my son from pulling at the blinds again, and my daughter from climbing on the back of the couch again…
I know. I need to get out more often.
I left my small hometown of 2,000+ people when I was 18 to venture across the country for post-secondary education. My parents “ruthlessly” sold my childhood home (How dare they?!) in the summer before I left and moved to a farm before I visited for Christmas break of first year university. So, I packed for university and packed everything else I had for their move. I left my hometown saying I would “never move back until I owned my childhood home again”. Well, never say never.
Fast forward 16 years. I moved back across the country, got married, have amazing almost 6 year old twins, am now getting divorced, and the kids and I have moved to the family farm; back to my hometown. In the past 16 years, I have lived in 2 provinces and 3 metropolitan areas, and am now getting reacclimatized to small-town living.
I was pleasantly surprised to find out that library is open every day of the week, but not the number of hours in the day as it is in a city. I was shocked to see the sign on the front door of one of the satellite library locations has Wi-fi! Having said that, the family farm also has Wi-fi…but I digress…
There’s only one Early Years Centre BUT, it has OFF-SITE playgroups at various parks in the area, with staff and one volunteer from the centre to help the parents in attendance with their kids, and set up different activities. It also has a special needs-specific program offered every Thursday morning, which was nice to attend this week to start meeting other parents of children with special needs in the area. Staff at the Centre are so excited because “there’s a new family in town”. DD is even attending one of the French programs, that is run by a family friend whom I babysat for as a teenager.
I forgot that people here tend to get married and have children earlier than I did. I remember some friends were surprised that I was going to university to get an education (gasp!) rather than a husband (double gasp!). It seems that many of my childhood friends got married by 21 or 22, had their first child within a year so now that we are all in our mid- to late-30s, they have pre-teen and teenagers while I’m chasing after almost 6 year old twins. It’s a very strange realization to find out that I’m an “older mom” here. I talked with my best friend from highschool tonight, only to find that her son is now 12 years old – he’s still 5 in my mind; my almost 6 year olds are still babies in her mind.
I’m having a hard time getting used to the slower pace for everything here. Everyone works REALLY hard (my dad has cut, turned, bailed and stored more than 100 bales of hay this week, on his own…and it’s “just” a hobby farm – my parents still run their own business full time!) but the panic and stress inherent in city life just don’t seem to be here. People actually drive the speed limit or under (you mean it’s not just a “guideline”?) here, which feels very foreign to me. Having said that, you can get everywhere within a 15 mins drive so really, what’s the rush?
In the end, I think I will have to change my original “never move back until I own my childhood home again” to:
“I WILL own my childhood home again…someday”.