Sammy's Six

It is hard to believe that Sam is six. I was telling her yesterday that I remember when she was born. For those who do not know, I had Sam at home. It was a very interesting experience. We lived in a basement apartment at that time. I think about it now and cannot believe that I was comfortable with the idea. Not the idea of homebirth, but in that basement apartment. Crazy!

Here is my six-year-old:

She was not quite awake yet. We have made it a family tradition to have a special
birthday breakfast. Crepes is a favorite around here.

I loved that look they get when they get something they really wanted.

So now I have a four-year-old, six-year-old, and thirteen-year-old. I really do not feel old enough, but the grey hairs I have so I am.

And just for an update on our pump and well situation, we still do not have a running pump. Because we have been very conservative with our water, we still have running water, but I know our day is coming. Our landlord is working on getting it fixed for us, but it could not be too soon for me.

More Farm Life

Yesterday when we woke up, the temperature had risen and our snow was melting.
This was a bit of a blessing though. Our snow had been very dry and the
girls had not been able to make snowmen yet.
Out they went to make their first snowmen, but they turned into snow turtles.
I am not sure if you can tell by the picture.

This picture shows how our snow piles up in some places.

We also had other adventures yesterday.
We were not able to get out of our driveway, but thankfully
we are suppose to be plowed out today.
Then our pump decided not to work. This means we have to
conserve water, because at some point it will run out.
This is our life here on the farm.

Winter at the Farmhouse

We woke up this morning to wind and snow. At our house that means snow some places and very little snow in others. Here is picture to show what I mean. I know this is not the best picture, but as you can see, we have some grass and then some snow. The wind does this around the corners of the house. It is crazy.

This is my husband making us a path from our front door to the Suburban.

And then the shining moment of the morning was this:

The suburban got stuck. I know this is not a great picture. Why I waited until it was getting dark is
beyond me, but here it is. You cannot really tell, but the snow is all the way up to the axles and
that explains why it did not go any farther.

These are our challenges leaving up here in the middle of a field. We love the snow, but
some days it is more challenging than we like.

Trying Again

So I have decided I am going to try this again. This one is just going to be about life. My sister, Randi, has inspired me. It is hard to keep everyone informed and in the know. I am hoping this will help. We shall see. Here we go.