The sweet one

 

Early morning cow watching

The stance gets me 😎

Say cheese

He will find a cow everywhere we go

It's a love/hate relationship

    Sweet Noah. He really is the sweet one, although the "trying two's" have been VERY trying some days!! He is both mine and Garrett's sidekick if it has anything to do with being outside. He always wants to go feed the cows. We would have some extremely obese cattle if they got fed every time Noah wanted to feed them. He has no fear of the livestock. The chickens on the other hand, he is SCARED TO DEATH OF. We went to Tractor Supply yesterday after church because he stayed in his own bed all night on Saturday night, so he got to get a "prize" (I'm not above bribery - I'm old and tired.) He picked out the tractor he wanted and then we went back to look at the baby chicks. They were on sale, so we got some more.  The nice lady put them in the boxes for us and Noah carried them to the front of the store and I carried his tractor. Now, the tractor is just one of those little ones that costs about $5.99, I'm not spending a lot of money on bribe toys to get him to sleep in his bed. Hopefully, sooner than later I will be needing to buy a toy every day! Back to the checkout line... he's holding the chicks, and I asked him if he still wanted to get the tractor? He said, "I have baby chicks."  I sure did put that toy tractor back on the shelf. He carries - or maybe I should say swings, the chickens to the car and gets in his car seat. He asks me to hold the babies, so I gave him a box and Charley held the other box. Here's where it all goes wrong! I did not even make it out of the parking lot, and he starts SCREAMING. I turned around and asked him what was wrong, he said "chickens scare me." 😂 So Charley held both boxes of chickens on the way home. He never asked about the tractor though. I told him we could get baby chickens every time he slept in his bed all night if he wanted to, LOL.  Side note: we are not getting more chicks today.

    When I found out I was pregnant with Noah I was embarrassed to tell anyone. I was 40 years old. Looking back now, I wonder why I was "embarrassed", I mean I am married. I was worried about what people would say because of my age. I am embarrassed that I felt that way, because I am learning as I get older that who cares what other people think! Someone is always going to have an opinion. It's hard not to care, but it is liberating not to care also! 

    Everyone LOVES Noah. We could not imagine our lives without him. He has a tender heart and a temper that makes you stand back and 😲. He loves all things farm and outdoors. He is the first to help you do something and is always telling me "I do it mommy." He can carry some heavy stuff to only be two and a half years old too. He's going to be a hard worker. He makes us proud to be his parents! I am so grateful God chose me to be his mom even if I was "geriatric." I can keep up better with Noah than I did the other kids, except for Dylan maybe. I mean I was only 20 years old then. They say 40 is the new 20; I would agree. I feel better than I did in my 20's for sure! Charley said to me one time, "Mom you look like your 20 😆" I said no, girl. When I was 20, I was about 100 pounds heavier and had short curly hair. I was a hot mess back then. I am doing way better in my 40's!

    Sometimes we have to embrace the unknown, the scary moments, the things that make us shake our head and say, "what am I going to do?" God's plan is always better than ours! 

Wishing you sunny skies and green pastures,

McKession