We got back home on Thursday night. I left part of my heart behind, I always do when I visit my kids and grandchildren. I’m giving you fair warning, you are about to get grandmother overload. I will soon be posting some pictures of the visit we had with our other grandchildren but there is a hold up. I may explain why, later.
But I do have a ‘few’ pictures of Sadie Kate. Susan had this idea for a picture, a la Pinterest. I’m not sure that we matched to original idea, but we gave it a try.
If that isn’t cute enough, or if you don’t think it shows enough personality, then I give you this one.
I KNOW I’m not biased towards any of my grandchildren, but isn’t she adorable??? How did we get such cute grandchildren? I keep looking for a family resemblance, but I have to admit, I think Sadie Kate must take after Susan’s side of the family. That’s okay, she’s still 100% ours. Of course she’s 100% Bob and Naomi’s as well. The math is interesting. How can she be completely ours and completely theirs? Maybe if I think about that for a while it will help me understand the Godhead. To take it farther, Art is 100% my husband. And he’s a very good one, by the way, even though we have our differences. He’s also 100% our kids’ father. So, does that have implications for understanding how Jesus is 100% man and 100% God? How God is one, but God is also the Father, Son and Spirit? The confusing factor is that the Father, Son and Spirit have relationship with each other, yet are one. I guess trying to put someone so much bigger than humanity into human terms will never be achievable. It’s not wrong to ponder those things, as long as I don’t let it paralyze me, and keep me from pursuing the things I know God wants of me. Like learning to love Him with all my heart, soul, strength and mind, love my neighbor as myself, love my enemies, love my family, love the brethren. I think that covers everyone in my life. I have a long way to go in learning how to love better. God is going to have to do it in me, and that is my constant prayer, that He would.
But I digress, we were (okay, I was) talking about how cute my grandchildren are, and in this particular case, Sadie Kate. I’ll just add a few more pictures and you can decide for yourself. Then I’ll stop the grandmother gushing.
Okay, I know I said I wouldn’t say anything else, but look at this. She’s even cute when she’s crying!
If you are a praying person, please keep little Sadie Kate in your prayers. She was born with a birth defect. I hate the way that sounds. Defect. It’s such a negative word. There is nothing defective about her, she’s perfect. And yet everything didn’t form the way it usually (and miraculously) does. So Sadie Kate has to have some medical interventions. On June 26, she will have to be put to sleep for an MRI. If the findings from that are favorable she will have surgery on July 18th. Then they will schedule a third and hopefully last surgery. If you could pray for her and her mom and dad, we would really appreciate it. I am so thankful that we live in a day and age when so many things can be corrected. I guess if Sadie Kate had been born a hundred years ago, things would have been very different. Even with this ‘problem’, we have much to be thankful for. But it’s still hard to see your little one go through these things.
Nothing ever seems to be simple in our family. Somehow we take a two step process and multiply the steps. My laptop wasn’t recharging the battery. On the way to the airport we dropped it off to be fixed. We were to pick it up on our return home. Simple, sleek and efficient, right? Well, not so much. I stopped to pick it up and they had made some repairs but said the battery was dead. Now I thought I had put the new battery in but guessed I must be confused. They plugged it in to show me. I paid my bill and came home to Pennsylvania. I got home. It was the new battery in the computer. I didn’t know it would go defunct just sitting. So I guess I need a new battery. I went to plug it in to see if the old battery would recharge. Oops, they kept the cord in Annapolis. Okay, so I have to call. I finally get a person and I am told they don’t keep cords. Well, they kept mine. Who waited on me, they want to know? I don’t know his name. I can tell you all about him, the schools he went to, how long he worked there, etc, but I don’t know his name. They can’t pull my record up by my name or my phone number, etc, etc. Anyway to make a long story short they finally found they DID have my cord and they are going to mail it to me. That’s why I can’t get the photos of my other grandchildren, they are on my laptop which may or may not be fixed, I don’t know. We’ll see when the cord gets here. And the new battery I ordered.
Life has it’s frustrations, that was just one little one, but it has its’ joys as well. And that’s where I want to learn to live. I want to enjoy every good gift from God’s hand. We got a couple of them yesterday morning. This guy was out meandering around our yard.
I swear it looks like he’s wearing a headband. I don’t know if you can zoom in or not, and I know it’s an optical illusion, but it really looks like he’s wearing a headband with a big feather in it or something. When he was over by our field (which needs to have the grass cut, I know) we saw these guys playing.
So fun!
And when I went out to cut the grass, I got a glimpse of the rooster. I was so happy to see him. What rooster? Funny you should ask.
We have seventeen laying hens. They are great layers. We get 15-16 eggs a day. We are blessed. They are also great at digging up my flowers and herbs that I have planted by the house. I know we are still blessed, but it doesn’t feel so much like it when I see them scratching away at the new plantings. Anyway, one of them went broody. If you don’t know what that means, a hen sometimes gets an urge to hatch a batch of chicks and sits on eggs nonstop. That’s great if she’s sitting on fertilized eggs, but if you don’t have a rooster, the situation begins to stink. Literally. So we had a hen go broody. Now I”m happy about that. Hens have been bred to get that out of them for more efficient egg production, so it doesn’t happen too often. So I would love for her to hatch some chicks, but with no rooster, it wasn’t going to happen. So I asked my friend Rhonda if we could borrow one of their roosters. He’s just a little banty but I thought he was up to the task. She said we could have one and that her son would bring one over in the evening. This was right before we left for Texas. So, evening rolls around. Our cousins arrive after dinner for an overnight visit. It was SO great to see them and their strikingly beautiful daughter, Leah. Soon after they got there, Art had a live nationally broadcast radio interview via phone call. Because we were talking in the house he went outside to do the call. And then Steve, Rhonda’s son shows up with the rooster. He has him in a pet carrier. Great. The hens are all settled down and roosting for the night. Easy peasy. Hah! The rooster decides he LIKES it in the pet carrier, he won’t leave so we try to dump him out. He finally dumps and heads out the open door. Jaxon, our Newfoundland, has lumbered over to see what all the ruckus is about. The rooster shoots out the door, and Jaxon, trying to protect his flock and people from the intruder, grabs the rooster in his mouth. Now Jaxon is not a mean dog and he has never harmed a chicken, but the rooster doesn’t know that. All he knows is that he is in the mouth of a 150 pound beast and if he doesn’t get bitten he’s going to drown in the slobber. So he is screaming as I didn’t know roosters could. No proper crowing, just screams of complete terror. By now the hens are all scared, flapping around and squawking to beat the band, I am trying to get Jaxon to “drop” on command, even though he’s never done that once in his life, trying to pry his jaws open, in other words, it is total mayhem. That’s when I looked up and realized Art was doing his phone interview LIVE on national radio. LOL. Oh well, they will know he is country. I finally went to the house to get lunch meat to tempt Jaxon to loosen his grip. I’m not sure what happened while I was gone but I returned to see the rooster dashing for the woods.
The next morning I saw him limping back. I put out food for him and let the hens free range early to draw him, but they would have nothing to do with him. Sigh. I don’t know what’s wrong with these girls. He’s a cute little rooster. Anyway, I was afraid he wouldn’t make it. But yesterday I got a glimpse of him. I only had my phone with me so it’s not a great picture, but you can see he’s alive and well. Hopefully we can still get the girls to accept him.
Anyway, I got some of the grass cut, gathered some of it in one of those two step processes that always takes us ten, and got some of it spread on the garden.
Look at how beautiful this swiss chard is with the light coming through the leaves. Only a few of the seeds sprouted I don’t know why, but instead of mourning those that didn’t sprout, I’m going to celebrate the beauty of those that did.
The first little zucchini! Believe it or not, there have been years my zucchini didn’t do well. Go figure. Looks like it’s going to be okay this year.
We have tomatoes and potatoes.
I really missed working outside while I was out of town. Who would have ever thought? But that offer I pasted on Facebook for free room and board in exchange for work is still open. We are never going to catch up, I don’t think, especially now. But it’s all good. We are blessed.