Loafkeeper Farm

Anya and I went to visit my family the first week of July. Andy was a big poopie head and wouldn't come with us. That's fine. I left him a long list of things to do. (He even did a few of them!)

We had a great time playing in the backyard full of evil mosquitoes and going to our favorite restaurants and shopping at the Goodwill Emporium and getting our hairs cut by Ms. Pat and eating sheep and worm and mouse pancakes and chasing ChewyDog and NonnieCat and BobCat and seeing peaches packed and making cowstumes and squirt-gun-fighting with Grampa and Bubba and having a big ole birthday party with chocolate-cherry cake and candles to blow out! PHEW!

We also played in the pool,



and made tree kites,



and Anya dressed up in her hootchie-mama-Goodwill top (which some lady tried to steal out of my cart - the nerve!),



and jumped up and down at Monkey Joe's (but not in the hootiche-mama-Goodwill top).



Although part of the journey and not the actual visit, I would be remiss if I failed to mention that Anya went poopoo on the side of the road (not once, but twice!) on the way to Georgia. Ethical dilemma: do you leave the poo on the side of the road (non-populated area) or clean it up? I mean, surely all sorts of things are out there pooing all the time. But then...what if someone gets stranded and steps in the poo? What if a mower mows the poo? What if a bunch of kids stop there to do a Chinese fire drill and slide in the poo and all is ruined?!?!?!?

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Anya sings:

Baa, baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for my Mommy,
And one for Daddy,
And one for Bubba,
And one for Grampa,
And one for Gramma,
And one for Gramma,
And one for Anya!

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Anya and I were in the newspaper! The photos are here.

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Today I learned how to crochet, how to light a BBQ grill, and how to fill a squirt gun with a turkey baster.

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Who the heck gives a three year old a badminton racquet?!?

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Well, at least it came out 95% in one piece, which is better than the muffin crumbly bits I brought to work last Thursday for breakfast. Hopefully it tastes as good!



Only 4 or 5 cups of raspberries left to use up. And why is there glaze in my ear?

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Where did my mommy go?
(thudthudthud)
Where did my mommy go?

MOMMY MOMMY!
(thudthudthud)

Maaahhhhmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Mom?

Mawwwoooom?
Woowoowoo?
lalalalalalala woop
mumblemumblemumble

Where my mommy go? Goooo oooo ooo?


MOMMY!

Mommy?

Maahhhhhhhhhhhhhhmeeeeeeeee!
MOMMEE!
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhmeeee?
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhmeee?
Maammee?

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaayayayayamee?
Maahhhhhhme?

Mommy? (whinewhine)
mommy?

MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMYYY! (thudthudthud)
MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMYYY! (thudthudthud)
(thudthudthud)

(thudthudthud)


(thudthudthud)


MAHMAY!
MAHMEE!
MAHMAY!
Maahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmeeeeeee?
Maaaaaaaaaaaahhhhmeemee?
MOMMY! eh

MAAAAAAAAAAHMEEEE!

(cry) (whine) (whimper) (cry) (cry) (whine) (whimper) (cry)

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Our new $267 riding mower, courtesy of the Sears Outlet website.



I was a little concerned when it wouldn't turn over last night, but I borrowed a battery charger today from my boss, and it turns out the battery was mostly drained. Charged it for awhile tonight, and it started up on the first try. I took it down the hill and back. It's been probably 20 years since I've last driven a riding mower, and our hilly, uneven ground was a little scary. But I managed not to tip over!

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For the first time since Anya was born, we had a non-holiday / parental-visit meal at the table. Anya was confused.

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I have decided that Anya's special talent is frisbee. As someone who has problems throwing a "flying disk" after three decades of practice, I am in awe of her ability to fling that thing. In a few short sessions, she's progressed from tossing it all wonky-skoodle to getting the disk airborne and delivering it to the intended recipient. Okay, so it only goes to the intended recipient if they are standing in the correct place, but shouldn't they be doing that anyhow?

A nice thing about a frisbee over, say, a baseball, is that when Daddy throws a frisbee at Anya and whacks her upside the head or bounces it off her foot, it doesn't really hurt. We are still working on teaching Anya about catching (and Daddy about throwing a baseball).

I don't have any action photos of our practices, but here's a cute picture of Anya on her jumpy.

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