Farming. And not just turkeys.

Here on the farm we don't just raise turkeys. I realize it is hard with all of the turkeys running around and feathers flying to see but we don't.




If you look carefully, you will see two turkeys nested down for the night. One is easier to see than the other. Being a pro at this turkey raising business I know the signs to look for and under that rather colorful quilt with his head nestled on a pillow is a turkey if ever you saw one. Trust me. I know my turkey business.





It is a bit hard to see to the untrained eye but try to look past the turkeys and you will see tucked in among the boots a canine who thinks she is human.



And you know, even being the seasoned farmer that I am, every once in awhile I'll look in her eyes and forget that she is Levi's four legged companion and think she is human too.......but only for a second...........

A turkey is born.

Now that Christmas is over, we here at the turkey farm are settling in for the winter.





It'll be awhile before the spring thaw and new beginnings so we might as well hunker down and get all comfy and cozy.





Hold on a second. Did I just hear a little chirp? But that can't be! Baby turkey's aren't supposed to be born until the spring. What is going on around here?
Doth my eyes deceive me? I do believe I see a little beak through that crack.



I do not believe my eyes. A wing! This is absolutely incredible! Folks, you are witnessing something miraculous.





Every motherly instinct in my being begs to help this little creature escape. I have been sitting out here in the cold for hours watching this little baby turkey struggle trying to break free. The physical exertion is incredible and exhausting. I want to help but I know that I will only hinder so I watch patiently, breathlessly, willing this wee one to survive. To fight!





The wait is excruciating but worth it. This little poultry is a strong one. It will be quite some time before we can really tell but I think it is a "he", and I am going to give him a big strong name for beating all odds and bursting forth in the middle of the winter.





But first, I am going to tuck him under my wing and take him inside where it is warm so I can dry off his little feathers and give him something warm to eat. Aaaah, there is nothing like witnessing the coming forth of new life on the farm.

Plumbing.....it's supposed to be simple.

The one thing I wanted for Christmas was a new kitchen faucet. My old one had seen better days and when it requires more tools to turn on and shut off the fixture....it is time to get a new one. I had seen this one at Lowe's and fell in love with it. Santa must have felt I needed a new one too and I have been good so this appeared under the Christmas tree. At least that is my story and I'm sticking to it.





Ask my dad to fix anything and he'll do it gladly for you except plumbing. He hates plumbing for the simple reason......it is NEVER simple. BUT, this project was going to be simple. A simple faucet replacement.





So why then, if replacing a faucet is so simple, is my sink on the kitchen floor,



a look of exasperation on my SM's face, and a gaping hole where my sink USED to be? (Please ignore all of the dirty dishes piled up on the counters. I've been without a sink for a few days now....cuz fixing a faucet is simple.)




The sink is now back on the counter....but tools still litter the floor because the plumbing underneath still has to be redone.





I knew my dad would get a kick out of our recent plumbing adventures. When I called and told him he said, "Brian should have listened to me. He needs to go out to the street where the water lines start and work backwards from there."

We'll be glad when this "simple" project is finished... so will the natives. They've had to wash the dishes out in the ditch out the back. I KID....almost.....

Twas the night before Christmas.......

Mary, blessed among women.



Joseph husband of Mary.



Joseph and Mary went up from Galilee, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem. While there, Mary brought forth her first born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger.




And in the same country there were shepherds abiding in the field keeping watch over their sheep by day.....



and sword fighting by night......until their mother took their staff's away....



The shepherds came with haste and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.




In the east there were happen' wise men dudes.......



When they saw the star they rejoiced with exceedingly great joy!





When they saw the young child they fell down and worshipped him and gave him gifts. Cologne, pokemon cards, and coins from foreign lands that their dad had brought back from his travels.




"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Get UP! Oh no........I sound like that stupid commercial on the radio where the guy is dreaming, "bears, bears....." and his wife is saying, "get up" and then he says, "I'm up" and she says, "no, I mean Up".......some insurance company or something. I can't stand that commercial and now it has tainted my mind because at the moment........my mind is all the company I have!

Would you believe, it is Christmas morning and I am sitting down by the tree all alone, tapping my foot, looking at the native's closed bedroom doors, waiting.....waiting.....waiting......

Not a peep! Not a sound! No giggling and shshing as they wait for the command that they can all come down the stairs so I can catch their first glimpse of the tree on camera.

I'm mean. I make the natives wait until they are all awake, the fire has to be started, the tree lit up with lights, Christmas music playing in the back ground....

I only do it to torture them because THEY ARE TORTURING ME! It is almost 9:00 in the morning and they are all STILL ASLEEP! They do this every year to me!

I have the weirdest kids...........



Fifteen years ago today this native was born. The most wonderful Christmas present I have ever received. Isn't he adorable in this photo? This is when he turned twelve.



Amazing how much they grow in just three years isn't it? He's as tall as his dad and working side by side.

Happy 15th birthday baby! I love you everyday to heaven and back.

Now show me that you love me and WAKE UP! I wanna look in my stocking and see what Santa brought me! Laws what one must go through to curb the excitement on Christmas morning. It is more than this parent can handle some times.........

Merry Christmas from Levi!

I never was one to keep quiet. I know I said I was going on a blogcation until after Christmas but when you watch this video you'll see why I had to post it now and not after. It is just too precious to keep to myself.



My Sexy Man was in the kitchen baking away making home made pizza and our babies asked if they could help put on the toppings. My SM told them that they could if they sang, "Must Be Santa". Levi, our six year old with AHC (mentally about 3)started to and his big sis helped him along.

Where'd she go?

The kids are home from school for Christmas break so I decided to take a break along with them. I'm going on a blogcation. Have a very Merry Christmas and after the break I'll fill you in on all that we did.

It is a glorious time of year celebrating our Savior and His birth.

A friend of mine sent me this link. I now send it to you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxpECovmdyY

Merry Christmas and I'll see you in the New Year!

Hugs and Loves,
Shmeee