This chat went down between my Grandma and I after I checked a message on my cheapest of cheap junk phone. The great grandmother of my children and my dearest friend:
Grandma: Missy, did you get the new updates on your phone? Carson put them on my phone this weekend and whoo! Are they ever uptown!
Me: Grandma, this isn't an iPhone - in fact I can hardly text on this thing. I don't even know what you're talking about.
Grandma and technology - one point. Cheyenne and technology - zero.
Between two little dresses in the back seat of the truck.
Taylin: Myla, what do you think is the worst? I think that definitely pig manure and chicken manure have to be THE worstest when they are spreading. I almost throw up when they spread chicken manure! Cow poop isn't so bad. What do you think?
Myla: Cow poop! Cow poop!
On the way up the stairs, amongst the old wallpapered walls, which I'm sure hold their own stories:
Taylin: Hip! Hip! Mom, you be the old cow and I'll load you up the chute. Hip! Hip! Wait, lemme' go get a stick.
I may have shed a tear.
These are my people and the everyday conversations help make up my days. With every tick of the clock, I am grateful for my family, even when I'm being referred to as an old cow.
|This kid, commonly referred to as Tuffy has blue eyes 90% of the time, the odd moment, those lil' peepers seem to look a mite bit green to this mama. I don't think it's just when she is gawking at her sister's toys.|
|Scout in her winter glory.|
|Our little man of the house. Wee Pepper, snuggled up, with that perfect soft baby fuzz to lie your cheek on and weep tears of wonder.|