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Showing posts with label cousins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cousins. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Sixteen Kiddos at the Zoo

Just recently, I met up with the Four Sisters at the zoo.

1 Grammy + 4 Sisters + 16 Kiddos = 21 Happy Faces!
The Sixteen Grandkids at the Zoo
Pop likes to sing silly songs to the kids so talk about the zoo trip brought this song out of Pop at the dinner table with the farm hands...just like the four sisters, the grandkids were certain Pop was just making it up but Farm Chick and I had Pop's back on this one.

The Animal Fair (these lyrics are considered alternate but are really close to the actual words - so that no monkeys are harmed during the singing of the song).

I went to the animal fair.
All the birds and the beasts were there.
The big baboon by the light of the moon
was combing his auburn hair.
You should have seen the monk.
He sat on the elephant's trunk.
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees,
and what became of the monk
the monk, the monk, the monk,
the monk, the monk, the monk?

At the Zoo by Simon & Garfunkel...Click on the link to listen to the song...it will make you smile.    This zoo song has been noted on our blog before by Farm Chick.

Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.
I do believe it, I do believe it's true.
It's a light and tumble journey
From the East side to the park.
Just a fine and fancy ramble to the zoo.
But you can take the cross-town bus
If it's raining or it's cold.
And the animals will love it if you do.

Something tells me it's all happening at the zoo.
I do believe it, I do believe it's true.
The monkeys stand for honesty.
Giraffes are insincere.
The elephants are kindly but they're dumb.
Orangutans are skeptical of changes in their cages
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.
Zebras are reactionaries,
Antelopes are missionaries.
Pigeons plot in secrecy
And hamsters turn on frequently.
What a gas you got to come and see
At the zoo.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Out on a walk with these cats...

is a great place to be!
 
As one of the mommas with a baby, I don't often get to sneak away with the big kids.
 
Lil' Ruthie and Q man were taking a nice long nap one beautiful afternoon at Four Sisters Farm.
 
I offered to take the four big fellas on a little walk. 
 
I needed the exercise and they needed the activity.
 
They each grabbed their buddy and away we went.
 
 
At one point, they huddled up and created some kind of plan. 
I was not privy to the plan but I did document the meeting.
 
Of course, no walk at Four Sisters Farm is complete without a stop at Grandkids' hill.  They climbed to the top and gave me their best "tough guy" look.
 
I was glad I had my camera handy for this walk. 
These are the kind of moments I want to remember forever.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Merry Christmas 2012

We gathered together at Four Sisters Farm for a late Christmas celebration this year.  
We were mindful of the reason for the season and are so grateful for the God's gift of Jesus!
2012 was a busy year with many blessings...but three babies in one year certainly topped the chart. 
We are now up to 23 stockings hung...well...not by the chimney but near the Christmas tree!

Pop and I are so pleased to be living on Four Sisters Farm and with our recent house renovations we were able to host the family celebration for the first time at this location.  It was crowded and noisy but workable.  We hope that what our grandchildren will remember is that they had tons of fun with their family and cousins at Pop and Grammy's house.

Some day they will revisit the house as adults and it will surprise them how small the house is...and wonder how we all fit under one roof all together!
The Unconventionals
The Farm Hands
The Superheroes
The Royal Family

Some years ago we simplified Christmas and continue to revamp when we feel too much pressure or the weight steals the joy.  When we gather for our big family Christmas, Pop and I have new pajamas for everyone and one gift for each of the grandchildren and we all bring small items for stuffing the stockings.  When the grands are up and moving, we have so much fun with them...wrestling with Pop, cooking with Grammy, playing with cousins, etc. Then when the kiddos turn in for the night, we have the privilege of visiting with our children and catching up - the talk is always lively, enlightening, and thought-provoking.  We never solve any of the world's problems but we renew our faith as we all agree that we can trust God no matter what.

Enjoy this little video of some highlights from our gathering...there is no sound...nothing is wrong with your speakers!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

I Used to Know All These Things


This past weekend we had some of our grandchildren, (AKA The Cowboys and the Super Heroes) out to the farm for a play day. The two sets of cousins love to play together and they get along fabulously. The Super Heroes had come to the farm early in the morning and they were ready to go upon arrival. The Cowboys were scheduled to arrive about noon so we had some time to kill.

 We started our day by Grammy and I taking the Super Heroes down to the pond in my truck to water “Grammy’s Trees”. Grammy’s dad and mom, Nana and Papa Mac, gave us two trees to plant and we planted them on the pond berm. The kids love to fill containers and water “Grammy’s Trees”. It is my hope that one day the kids will climb on these trees. In the interim, we are constantly on the look-out for good “Climbing Trees” here at Four Sisters Farm. We have 13 grandchildren and tree climbing is going to be a big part of our future. So, periodically we explore the farm to evaluate the “climbability” of trees. While Grammy and I get input into which trees make the list, it is the kids who ultimately decide. On this morning, we drove all around the farm trying different trees and making a mental note of likely candidates.

 At noon, the Cowboys arrived. This was a celebration in and of itself and the day just got better. After a quick lunch, we got busy playing. The kids divided and conquered. There were two on horse swings, two climbing trees and two in the tree house. It was Grammy’s and my job to play safety officer, swing the horse riders and occasionally rescue the tree climbers. We ran from one to the next and laughed and teased and totally immersed ourselves in play. They ran wide open for about an hour and then the two little cousins had to surrender to a nap. Grammy took the two "Littles" inside and I was left to spend the afternoon with the big boys.

 At this point, the four big boys and I started gathering equipment to go to the pond for the afternoon. I had plans to fill the game feeder and set up a game camera so I started gathering the supplies to accomplish these tasks. I was not sure what was on my crew’s agenda but they soon enlightened me as to what they would need. We stood around the truck (as men like to do) and negotiated what equipment would and would not make the trip down to the pond. After serious negotiation, the list looked something like this:

  • 2 Ropes 
  • 2 BB guns (nixed at the last second by Pop; “You’ll shoot your eye out”) 
  • Beef Jerky 
  • Water bottles 
  • Sunflower seeds 
  • 2 Five gallon buckets 
  • 1 Hideout (AKA pop-up hunting blind) 
  • 4 Frisbees 
  • Gloves 
We drove to the pond and unloaded the equipment. I parked my truck strategically so I could keep an eye on them without appearing to hover. They scoured the area and made a group decision about the most covert location for a hideout. I provided the skilled labor and set up the structure. Afterward, I wandered off to get my little jobs done while still staying within acceptable distance to supervise four boys. As I puttered around I began to realize that I was enjoying two separate and distinct experiences. On the one hand I was accomplishing a few tasks in the “physical” world as I worked on my projects. On the other, I was peripherally involved in the world of “play” and “make believe”. 

This is a magical world where you are no longer subject to limitations based on age, physical ability, financial constraint, social status, laws of physics or anything that borders on reality. Time is not important. Physical environment doesn’t much matter. Nothing has to make sense or conform. You can literally be a spy one minute and a cowboy the next. You can magically develop ninja fighting skills and find yourself fighting beside the Incredible Hulk to save the world. You can call time out, pee on a tree and resume the battle right where you left off. It is not unusual to develop X-ray vision and morph into a Power Ranger to fight gallantly beside a secret agent. It is totally acceptable to play multiple roles and use different voices for each character. The only rule is...there are no rules. No limitations. If you can imagine it, you can incorporate it into this wonderful world.




I used to know this world. At 53, my memories of it are faded and distant. When I try to clear my mind and go there, too many adult things get in the way. But, I do remember that the outdoors was a sanctuary for me. It was a place to hide when chaos reigned. It’s where I was most at peace with myself and the world. So, I closed my eyes and tried to get my mind to return to this other world. Try as I might, I had little success. Then, I took another approach. I closed my eyes and listened. I mean really listened to our grandsons at play. In just a few minutes, I was moving in the right direction. Children can help you go back. Only children can help you because they do not even entertain the thought that this world is foolish or silly. They will reintroduce you with no thought or preconceived notion about whether you belong. And, if you are really lucky, you might get to play a major role in an epic battle. When’s the last time your world offered that possibility? Let me just tell you, when I got my chance to join in and save the world, Grammy would have been proud of her man. That’s all I’m saying.


At some point during the afternoon I finished my work. I let the tail gate down, crawled up in the back of my pickup and used a rolled up sweatshirt for a pillow. I laid there watching my boys and listening to their play. Here are some of the things that I used to know but had forgotten:
  • A stick can be a sword, drum stick, gun, shovel, grappling hook, machete, hammer and back scratcher. 
  • A rope can be a rope, lasso, saw, force field, electrical power cord, fire hose, fence and an island (use your imagination). 
  • A bucket can be a drum, ladder, bomb, hat, helmet, and seat (which you can sit on and eat jerky). It is possible to be invisible. 
  • Peeing on a tree is good. 
  • Good guys always, always win (I had totally forgotten this). 
  • Play “fast” is the fastest “fast” there is. 
  •  It’s OK to just eat the whole sunflower seed. 
  • A time-out can be called at any time under any circumstances. 
  • If you spread your arms out and run fast, YOU CAN FLY! 
  • To climb up 4 feet in a tree is scary and takes much courage (but can be done with encouragement of your buddies). 
  • Being cousins is second only to being brothers. 
No one who knows me will describe me as peaceful and laid back. It is just the way I am wired and I have learned to accept it. When I do experience times of peacefulness, I cherish them highly. On this day, at this moment, I was at peace. So this led me into a spirit of thankfulness and drew me into conversation with my Heavenly Father. I thanked Him for letting me live long enough to see my children’s children. I told Him I knew I had done nothing to deserve such rich blessing and to the contrary knew I had failed miserably so often in life. I discussed grace with Him and told Him I was so grateful for His grace, forgiveness and love. I promised to try and pass on these gifts as best I could. I told Him how much I love our precious grandchildren and how much that love has helped me (at some level) understand His love for me. I asked Him for the wisdom and understanding to be a blessing in the lives of our children and grandchildren. I shared with Him that I wanted to be a source of support and encouragement for them. I told Him I trusted Him with them. I asked Him for the strength and courage to be their protector if ever called upon in this life. I petitioned Him for the ability to believe in and understand them even when the world does not. I asked Him to make me more than I am so I can be more to them.

At some point, I was beckoned out of my conversation with God by a tiny voice calling “Pop”. I got up and walked around the truck to see Grammy walking toward us with the two little cousins. Super-girl was running as fast as she could toward me calling my name. As she approached, I knelt down and she ran straight into my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder and gave kind of a contented sigh. Almost immediately afterwards, the littlest cowboy arrived and hopped on board too. We checked on the big boys, played a little longer and headed to the house. It was an awesome day. I got to play and it was good. After pondering the experience, I highly recommend it. You really ought to give it a try. You might remember what you forgot! You might be like me and remember what’s important.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Saturday, October 9, 2010

A step in the right direction

On a recent cousin play date we noticed a troubling trend.  The 6 pack (all the older boys ages 2-5) were having trouble getting along.  The problem was that they would pair up and then leave someone else out.  Feeling were hurt.  Mommas were mad.  Corrections were made.  We insist that these boys treat each other with love and respect.  It starts young and we expect them to tow the line when it comes to their family.

Fast forward a few days...

We are at the zoo with the kiddos.  Their favorite part of the zoo is a playground.  (Which is really crazy when you consider it's the animals at the zoo that are the attraction not the playground...but that's neither here nor there).

We were watching them play and enjoying the beautiful day.  Next thing we know another mother on the playground says, "There are some boys up there who won't let the other children get by.  And one of them is growling." 

Rock Star and I exchange glances...

We investigate further and discover that the cousins have formed a gang.  When children try to enter their section of the jungle gym.  They say, "You can't come in...this is our house!"  I'm not sure where the growling comes in but maybe it is pre-schooler speak for "back off".

We broke up the gang and they proceeded to play nice with others.

The truth is...we had to smile a little.  At least they were including their cousins.  It has to be a step in the right direction.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Baby Cousins

Our sweet little babies are growing up so quickly! 
Miss Super Girl is already 8 1/2 months and Mr. Q is right behind her at 7 months.

Super Girl is VERY mobile already.  She crawls all around and keeps her momma and daddy busy chasing her.  Don't you love these photos of them together?  She crawled right up and grabbed her cousin's toe.  Most of the time, she tries to go for his hair.  With his gorgeous curls, that would really hurt!  We have to keep a close eye on them.

The super heroes and the cowboys like to compare notes on who has the coolest baby.  Super Girl gets points for her mobility and Q gets points for those two chompers you can see in the photo above.

I am so glad they will grow up together!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Monday, March 1, 2010

a man with a plan

Bubba keeps talking about going to Aunt DW's house to stay the night with Bub.  As you know Bub is his older cousin by about 14 months.  I just smile and say, "That's nice, honey.  Someday we will have a sleep over at Aunt DW's house."  Then I move on with my day. 

Apparently, my barely four year old has not only mentioned this plan but has also begun to put it in action.  One morning I noticed three items placed strategically under his bed: a back pack, buzz light year and a sleeping bag.  When I asked him about it he told me, "Leave it there, Mommy!  It's my sleep over stuff for Bub's house."

Hmmmm...when Bubba got busy playing in the other room I had to check it out.  I thought for sure his back pack would include favorite toys and maybe a tasty snack.  When I opened it up I was shocked.  Not only did my little man pack himself some PJs, he also packed socks, underwear, a story and his buzz light year costume.  Everything a man needs for a cousin sleep over!  After I took these pictures I carefully put each item back in his bag and put everything back in it's place. 

While I am impressed by his ability to pack his own overnight bag; I am also painfully aware that my first born is growing up!  Sniff Sniff.