Home Grown

Now that the fence is done (ish) we thought we would try our hand at growing some of our own produce.

Um…

So last year I managed to keep a couple drought tolerant plants alive (for the most part) so clearly I am an expert on the subject don’t cha know.

Not really, so I am trying this year. Zippercow, who grew up in his mother’s garden, keeps telling me that it isn’t that hard and you just have to try and see what works in the area. That sounds easy until you are the one fingered for killing all the plants (or hell, failing to get them to grow) and pouring a bunch of money down the drain or in this case covering it in dirt (can I try my hand at a money tree???).  So despite the entirely childish meltdown I had about this ( in Home Depot nonetheless) and am, to this day, embarrassed about, I am going to give it a try.

We had some left over materials from our fence so Zippercow got to pull out his fancy fence building tools and fashion me this.

It’s beautiful isn’t it? My husband is so handy. Except…now I will feel even worse if all that comes of it is wet dirt.

Thanks to my friend who had extra tomato plants I have a few things that might stand a chance. I hope.

We also were given some seeds from my friend. My friend rocks! I needed something to mark our rows with. I wanted to paint them all pretty (you know, like you’d see on pinterest?) but wanted to get them out before I forgot where everything was. And if you may remember, our yard is FULL of rocks, so easy peasy!

Little Moo is beyond excited about this process and since he is our veggie eater (I know right?!) he wanted to help plant and water. My skills are about matched to his so maybe together we can get a couple of plants to grow?

Wish us luck!

Fencing in the Herd: Final Chapter

This is it, what you’ve all been waiting for! I know, I know. You have all been losing sleep anticipating this reveal, but fret no more, because it is time!

Sadly he’s not down on one knee with romantic proclamations of love, well…he is but not for me.

His grasslets. I think he loves them more than me. Sigh… I digress.

Our fence is done! I suppose there is still the staining and a little trimming to do but the most important part is done!

The herd is contained! See that little spot of white with a circle around it. Yes, that is Littlest Moo, far from arms reach but safely in the yard! Just in time too because unlike his older brother he is a mover, he should actually be called “Littlest Moover"! The fence definitely rates pretty high best investments for our family (and sanity).

We are very happy with the results and I can still see the alfalfa fields over the top of the fence. So I can keep the kiddos in AND still get my view!

This wouldn’t be possible without my wonderful husband, this guy (my awesome brother) who helped the hubs out a ton,

and Shawn at Skyblue Handyman Services.

Now I just need to teach Little Moo to stop opening the fence and letting his brother out…

Still Here!

Bad Blogger!!! Okay, so we've been a little busy AND we've been having some trouble with our website. I'm sure it is something that won't take long to figure out, but we just haven't taken the time to actually figure it out. I am (in my head) working on a couple posts that I will put up soon. The fence is done (aside from staining), we have weight loss news and...oh yeah, I'm going to be 30 in 33 days! And since this is mostly to let you all know I haven't lost interest in the blog here is our son.

Yes, those are sandals and santa socks.

Hmm....now where did those skinny capri-alls go?

Oh My!

Years ago, as I much too quickly outgrew clothes, I decided to keep some of my “skinny” jeans. Of course they aren’t actual skinny jeans, but those from my “skinnier” days that were kept in a tote along with my maternity clothes marked “Mandy’s Someday Clothes”.  Much to my pleasure I have started to fit into some of those jeans and upon further inspection discovered that I have a wardrobe full of jeans in the size I am sooooo close to fitting into. Score!

Well….maybe?

Given that we run a rather tight budget I was more than ecstatic to discover I might not have to buy new jeans and that I just have to tough it out a couple more pounds. Until I realized that almost 30 year old me is not interested in wearing jeans where my crack is hanging out. What the hell was I thinking? Oh I know, I was young, but looking at the stash of jeans I see a number of pairs that are low rise with a bunch of zippers and pockets. They were definitely trendy at the time and I wouldn’t say they would seem outdated now, except maybe for the current version of me. Don’t get me wrong I’m not ready to hang it up and get “Mom Jeans”

(best SNL commercial EVER, by the way)

Quite the opposite. I still want to find a pair of smokin’ hot jeans that make me look sexy as hell  (heck maybe I will own a few) but they most certainly won’t include a view of my crack.

Oh and I absolutely will be passing on the shirts that expose my midriff.

*So close to many reveals! Our fence is almost done and both Zippercow and myself are closing in on some personal weight loss goals!

It’s the Little Things…

I am grateful the worst thing that happened to my toddler today is that I took away the meat thermometer which meant he could no longer accurately gage the temp of his his plastic bagel.

Fencing in the Herd: Part 2

And onward it goes!

Part 2: As the Fence Post Turns

Last week Zippercow took the entire week off to help get the fence started. We hired our handyman (we’ve used him a couple times and will use him again!) to help get the fence posts in. Thank goodness, because I think a lot of damage could have been done to our bank account and our yard if Zippercow had done this all himself.

The materials were so heavy Ziggy’s almost needed to send it on two trucks. The kids got a kick out of the fork lift driving around the back yard. Oh, and this…

Little Moo was sad he wasn’t allowed any closer. He watched for hours!

And what do you do after you dig a bunch of big holes?

Fill it with your children and husband!

After a week of hard work, well…there is still a lot to do, but at least the fence posts are in!

So many more stories to unravel, so stay tune for more riveting tales from Fencing in the Herd! [insert eye roll here]

*Thanks to my super hubby we have saved a lot of money and are going to have a completed fence soon!

Moving on up!

This is a way overdue post but if you read my last post you’ll see that I’ve been a little…occupied.

Our boys are moving up in the world. Littlest Moo thought it would be stellar to fly out of his crib so it was time to move him out of his crib

To his “big boy” bed.

It was rocky the first night. He slept through the night but it was like trying to get a cat into the tub to lay him down on his bed. THANKFULLY that lasted all of a couple days. Now he sleeps in there just fine! So big!

Oh, and about 4 days in his big bed he lost his paci, as in, Zippercow took it and told him he is a big boy and big boys don’t sleep with pacies. Strangely that seemed to work. It seems harsh to do it all at once but in Zippercow’s defense his pacies started to tear and we sure as hell weren’t going buy more to just take them away a few weeks later.

*Sniff* my baby isn’t a baby anymore but a full fledged toddler. They grow up so fast.

But that is not all!

Our plan all along was to get Little Moo a bunk bed for his birthday and give Littlest Moo his old mattress and box spring. This was going to take place this summer, but instead Littlest Moo’s circus escapades left us in predicament. We tossed around a couple ideas but in the end it was decided just to go through with our original plan, just sooner than anticipated. This pleased Little Moo.

While I had my concerns about the top bunk and him being too young, he seems quite at home up there!

Man they are getting big!