Crazy Mom

posted by Chelsea

During calving season we often walk out through the cows to check on things.  We might tag some calves, band a few bulls calves, or check to make sure we didn’t miss a set of twins or something.  During these “walk-throughs” the cows don’t “panic” because they’re used to us and this routine, but they usually pop their heads up from eating and make a quick look around to spot their calf…


and often, they mother-up with them, unless their too busy eating or something.  Normal newborn scenario, right?  I did would have done the same thing when my babies were new and someone wanted to come rope them or tag them, even if I was eating…. I mean, I don’t blame the mama cows one bit.

So the funny part.  You remember “the Lucy Cow“…


Well, we thought she was open (not bred!) last year and she’s getting older, and so we would have sold her except she is “The Lucy Cow” and so we kept her.  Well, she ended up being bred really late and was a fall calver, she calved in September or something.  Normally we would sell fall calvers because they’re hard to get back on a spring calving schedule, blah blah blah, but because she is “The Lucy Cow”… you’re catching on here… we kept her!   And so… she is currently in with the rest of the cows, along with her giant baby…


who is now nearly weaning age.  Every time we walk out into the field (to check on the newborns!) she bellers and runs for her giant like he’s an infant.  He’s usually off eating grass or drinking water from the river and looks up at her like “Are you crazy?!”  It’s basically like a human-type-mom running through a nursery of newborn babies desperate to get to her teenager before someone else tries to swaddle him.  While it makes us laugh every time she goes bellering through the newborns to find her teenager, that’s part of the reason we love her- she’s a good mama!  A little bit crazy… but good!  I think we’ll keep her.


Conversations With Cooper

posted by Chelsea

Cooper is at the age where I “should write down the funny things he says”.  Don’t you know that everyone says that when you have little kids?  “You need to write that down! You’ll forget!”  And I’m pretty sure they’re right, so I decided to start writing it down, right here. Because just like someday he’ll turn in his play horse and kids rope…


… for the real deal, he’ll also no longer be saying cute little things for me to write down and remember.  So here goes… the first installment of “Conversations With Cooper”… so I won’t forget. And neither will you.

Now that Cooper talks pretty well, there’s no longer any question about what’s going on in that little head of his.  For example, Friday night it was time for him to get ready for bed and after he gave Buck a hug & “tiss” goodnight he was walking towards his room when Buck said, “Hey Cooper! Tonight you need to stay in your own bed!  Don’t come up and wake Mom up, OK?”  Cooper didn’t look back or acknowledge his dad.  So his dad said, “Cooper? OK?”  And still no answer.  I was standing nearby and so I said, “Cooper, did you hear Daddy?”  And Cooper looked at me out of the sides of his eyes and said real seriously, “Not wanna talk to Daddy wight now.”

Speaking of bedtime… he likes whoever is putting him to bed to tell him a story.  He dictates almost every aspect of the story.  It’s usually about some sort of equipment… A “backhoe story” is one of his favorites.  This is how it goes…

Story teller, “Once there was a big backhoe.  A yellow one.”

Cooper, “No! A blue one!”

Story teller, “OK, once there was a big blue backhoe.  It was driving up the road.”

Cooper, “No! Digging!”

Story teller, “OK. It was digging a big hole for, um, a new water line?” (Story teller is me in this case and I struggle with backhoe stories!)

Cooper, “No! Making dirt piles for all the kids to pway in!”

You get the idea.  That’s how a story about a backhoe goes.  Last night he wanted a story about a nose… and he was no help with the details.  I think he threw it out there just to mess with me, “Lets see what mom does with this one…” Lets just say it was a runny nose.  And it needed to learn how to blow itself.  I was significantly better at that one than the backhoe.

On less of a funny note and more an “impressive” note, (this is my blog and I can brag if I want to!) Cooper and I were in town a week or so ago and I had to stop and get my tire pressure checked.  When we were all done and leaving “Schwabs” I was waiting for traffic while telling Cooper that we were going to go get some lunch to take to a friend’s house.  He said, “That wight mom, but not yet- too much cars coming!”  I love that at two and half he’s paid enough attention to know that.

When we drive to pick up the girls from school Cooper usually talks non-stop.  He has a lot to get out before he has competition from the sisters.  He likes to tell stories-  whopper kind of stories.  For instance, Friday we were driving down the hill when he asked if I like “behs” (“bears”).  I said, “Yah, I don’t mind bears.”  He asked if I like to hold behs.  I said, “Nope.  Don’t like to hold them.”  To which he said, “I wuv behs and I wuv to hold dem.  They don’t ate me, I just hold dem and pet dem…”  My little tender hearted superhero :)

You can expect more “Conversations with Cooper”… he’s approaching three and I think this sort of entertaining dialogue is really just beginning :)


Whatta Ya Think?

posted by Chelsea


If I am out of milk, is it wrong to feed my boy cereal with half & half?


Do you think this…


… is what the washing machine means by “heavy soil”?  (Those are pants…. in case you’re still trying to understand the picture)

Do you think this…


looks like a cozy and inviting place to sit?

Do you think this…


looks painful?!

Do you think it’s weird that I feel the need to take pictures of my clean…



(Side note: I’ve been sorting through pictures for a collage-wall-thing I’m putting together and I’m considering a blown up print of that clean kitchen. It makes me happier than most scenic shots I have.)

Do you think this…


looks like an oldest daughter who is tired of checking cows?  (Hint: yes. yes. yes.) (Side note: cute hat though, isn’t it? Has a pony-tail-hole in the back!)

Do you think this calf…


is cute?

Does it look like this girl…


…enjoyed her birthday? (Hint: yes. yes. yes).

Can you guess what gift delighted her more than anything in the whole-wide-world?

Drum roll please…….

… her first loose tooth.  She’s been waiting ever so anxiously to lose a tooth and the first loose one arrived on her big day.  Her big sister may or may not have convinced her that there are people who never do lose teeth and either A. have baby teeth forever or B. have to have them all pulled out by a dentist.  Big sisters have a lot of power– more convincing power than I have unconvincing power, lets just say that.

Do you think Rose…


… will have the best, brightest and most beautiful foal on the planet in about 6 weeks?!

Do you think we’ve ever been able to ride our bikes…


… in February?

Finally… Do you think I’ll write posts more often?!

I want to! I plan to! I will! I hope! I have a lot to say!


posted by Chelsea

Nine days before Christmas we had a litter of pups.  Remember that?  Well, they’re a lot bigger now.  And they’ve all gone to their new homes… all except one who just needs to be delivered.  We decided to keep a male and a female.  We were only going to keep a male…. BUT we all fell in love with this little female…


… and decided to keep her, too.  We actually fell in love with all of the puppies, but we couldn’t keep them all for obvious reasons.  We are calling her Marta.  And her brother who you’ll see below, is Blitzen.

The kids have been on puppy duty…


making sure they are well loved & adored.  Yesterday afternoon we were all outside so when the kids and puppies all congregated in the driveway to play/sleep, I quickly grabbed my camera.  I mean, honestly, what can possibly be cuter than kids & puppies?!

Cooper really likes to pick the puppies up, but is learning that everyone is happier when the puppies are left square on the ground…


At this point I’d like to note the t-shirts and dry driveway…. it’s February.  We’re LOVING it…


Katelyn has the special touch… her maternal instincts put puppies right to sleep…


Until little brother comes along, anyway….


Then puppy eyes start opening…


And everyone is ready to play again!

Well, Hello There!

/*98posted by Chelsea

Well, hello there!

I realize its been awhile.  In honor of 5 years of blogging (?!) I decided to have a month of silence.  Ha! I can’t hardly believe it’s been 5 years already.  5 years of our life in good old fashioned internet documentation.

Lets take a quick moment to look back at the beginning of this journey, shall we?  First… look how young the girls were…

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And now they not only have a little brother…


but they make their own scrambled eggs.  I mean, if that’s not grown up, tell me what is?!

I’ve learned a lot in the last 5 years.   But mostly I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.  I’ve always thought it was super lame when people said that as they age they realize how much they don’t know.  But oddly enough, I think they actually knew what they were saying and I agree with them.  Let me give you an example… I don’t know how to play board games with my children.  The first time I didn’t manipulate the game so the child I thought “needed to” win didn’t win and I won, I felt so guilty for not letting one of the kids win that I haven’t won a game since.  Being a mom is really complicated like that.

On the less complicated side of things, I recently learned that I actually like cats.  For most of my life, I’ve been a little allergic (both physically as well as mentally) to cats.  It’s an inherited allergy from my dad.  The last time I remember liking cats was when I was a little kid and my mom let me bring a kitty inside (while dad wasn’t home!) and I let it play on my dad’s pillow.  For an allergic-to-cats-asthmatic, a kitty on his pillow was not. helpful. at. all.  Oops!

Anyway! We received 3 semi-grown cats from our friends this fall.  I love them.  They don’t play on anyone’s pillows because they live outside and they’re awesome!  They kill mice and frolic in the yard.  They bask in the sunshine and I appreciate the way they see the world.  (When you live this far away from other people you start appreciating the way animals “see the world”.)


In other news… we had a really fun day this last Saturday.  Buck was at a Cattlemen’s conference. So, while the weather was gorgeous, the kids and I headed down to check on the brood mares.  Yes! There will be two foals on the ranch this spring.  And next year we’re planning to have three!

Rose (in the background!) is due in April…


Rose has been a pretty big part of our life, our trusty mare who goes anywhere, does anything, and is otherwise AWESOME. I teared up at the vet clinic last summer when we found out she was “for sure” bred. She’s part of the family.

“Ginger” is a new mare who is also due in April. But she left the vicinity shortly after our arrival and didn’t stick around to have her picture taken.

And we checked on and gave a lot of TLC to “Hobby”…


who is new around here and will hopefully have a foal next spring.

Then the kids decided since we were checking on things, they ought to check on the pond.  I made some comment about it “not being fun anymore because it is no longer frozen like it was a few weeks ago”…


but they didn’t even hear me.  They just started having fun.  They threw…






They pulled out “fish”…


(aka weeds)…


And otherwise enjoyed an afternoon…


of a serious pond-playing-adventure…


And while they played, you can see that I enjoyed the photographic opportunity to capture some splashing water, etc.  Guaranteed, I was as delighted to “play” as they were :-)

I even talked them into grouping up for a little ragamuffin sibling shot…


I love unexpected delightful days.   In fact, I think that’s one of the things I’ve learned in the last 5 years.   Unexpected delights are usually the best ones.