April 16, 2012

Down On The Farm

I almost feel like I need an airbrushed tee shirt that says "I survived Spring Break 2012".  The kids are all back in school today after Spring Break last week.  They had a list a mile long of things they wanted to do.  We crossed off as many things as we could.  I think we did pretty well considering that we were derailed for a couple of days with a terrible ear infection and ruptured ear drum on Noah.  We went to the zoo, the pet store, walked around Wyatt's Woods, and their awesome Aunt Kennethia took them to Puzzles to bounce twice (and gave me a MUCH needed day off!).  We had lunch with our friends and we went to Gattiland and jumped on the trampoline with the cousins.  All in all, it was a very good but VERY tiring week.  Last night as we were doing our Sunday night ritual of watching The Amazing Race together, Sadie said, "I think I'm going to be real excited about going to bed tonight!"

I think my favorite part of Spring Break (aside from the day that I had off and stayed in my bathrobe until 4pm watching junk reality TV) was our escape to Papaw Johnny's farm last night.  I've talked about my dad's farm a few times on here, but I just can't stress how magical those 20 acres are for my children.  I think that every kid needs a place that they can go to just feel "free".  My dad's is that place for my kids. 

My dad grilled out a feast for us- BBQ'd ribs, corn on the cob, beans, strawberries and whipped cream.  My grandparents came out an picnicked with us.  How lucky am I that I still have active grandparents?  And how lucky are my kids that they get to have strong relationships with their great-grandparents?  I will forever think that this is one of God's greatest blessings in my life.

We ate (and ate and ate) and hiked and rode the four wheeler all over the farm.  We caught crawdads and hunted for tadpoles.  We recharged for the week ahead and just enjoyed being in each other's company.

The spread my dad made.  Four generations of Baxters chowing down.
Yum!  Corn on the cob is the best!

The desert was so good she couldn't stop eating it for five seconds to snap a picture.

Papaw Johnny and his lovies flexing their muscles after hiking over a big "obstacle course".

The crew dangling their feet off the porch of the cabin my dad is building.  Hard to believe this is the same man who couldn't unclog a toilet or hang a picture when I was growing up.  I will never cease to be amazed at how we all grow, learn and change over the years.

My kids and my Mamaw Daisy.

Me with Mamaw.  She is one great lady.   If I can have half as rosy of a disposition and a heart that is even half as selfless and kind as hers, than I'll be one of the luckiest people alive.  I'm so honored that she's my grandmother.

Splashing away.

Miles throwing all the rocks from the driveway into the creek.  If this was a profession, he would be a rich man.  That boy LOVES to throw rocks in the water.

My dad, kids and grandparents.
The back view of my Mamaw as we rode full blast through the creek on the gator.  You have not lived until you've done an adventure like this with your 74 year old Mamaw.

The view from the front (which cracks me up to no end every time)  This is Mamaw Daisy hangin on for dear life.  Betty White's got nothin' on her.
Sweet little Noah.

Me and the Mister -oddly looking like we are going to bust out a tango or something.

The deer we saw bounding over the field as we were leaving the farm.
When I put the kids in the tub last night, the water turned into mud almost instantly.  I think this is how you can tell when you've  had a really good time.  Thanks Papaw Johnny for a fabulous close to Spring Break!  Sometimes you  just need a night on the farm to make you feel ready to tackle another week! 

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