Mama Made: Little Red Riding Hood Cape

 
"We can just wear our costumes from last year, they still fit mama!"  Oh, bless my 5 year old's heart.

Since he didn't care, I figured I would focus my energy on making my 3 year old very, very happy.

She loves "Little Red Riding Hood". I've read the book to her hundreds of times..  She also has the puzzle, a 16 piece one. She'll put that thing together 8 times in a row.  She's loved Red Riding Hood for well over a year.

So, I made her this.  A roll of red velvet like fabric, thrifted. A yard of wool, thrifted.  The buckles are upcycled form a wool skirt. Pattern from my neighbor.  It only cost me a few dollars.  Now she has not only a Halloween costume, but a warm layer to keep warm in all winter.

 And this was her reaction.





 I think it suits her perfectly.

Thankful.

This pic was on the way back from the vet.  This is Zip on the right with Zoom on the left.  They are, without doubt, BFFs. We were at the vet this weekend and the verdict was Zip probably wouldn't make it (the vet thought he got hit by a car, we'll never know for sure).  Here we were today, going to the vet for Zoom's well check and we brought Zip along. The vet couldn't believe it.  Hallelujah!  He's alive and almost seems back to his old self. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers. It's a miracle. Zip definitely used one of his nine lives. We're so thankful he's still with us.

Thrifted.

 
(First and foremost, Zippy, our very sick kitty, appears to be improving. It truly is a miracle he is still alive! Thank you for your thoughts and prayers!)

And thrifted: Half full bag of charcoal. Couple yards of fabric. glass salad dressing container, wooden bowl, three vintage thimbles and a wooden thermometer. $4.50.

On Having a Milk Cow, Part 5

A bunch of you have asked me to tell more about having a milk cow. If you missed part one, here it is.  Part two is here, part three here, Part 4.

So, what's it really like day to day? 
 

It's a big responsibility and commitment.  One needs to rise early and milk at the same time, 7 days a week. No skipping. There's manure, fencing, money, feed, hay and gallons upon gallons of water. There's vets and breeders and all this extra stuff that I never even thought about. Plus time. Very time consuming. Definitely ties you down.

There's been some people, family and friends, who have voiced their opinions about my choice about having a milk cow and really a homestead in general. Some not so supportive comments. Those comments stem from only thinking about the work.  Let me offer another side...

I wake in the morning, before the sunrise.  I gather my upcycled wipes, washing water and buckets and open the door to breathe the morning air. There may be dew on the ground or frost on the ground, it may be hot and sticky or below freezing. Regardless, I roll out of my bed and start my day outside. It's a new day and I greet the new day with a deep breath of fresh air in the stillness of a new morning. Most often, I have little 'helpers' accompanying me. On the rare occasion, I somehow glide down the creaky old stairs unnoticed, and face the morning alone.

I enter the barn and the chickens are just waking, scurrying around. Hop, the bunny is hopping about the barn. A cat may be strutting his prized catch. The goats are still huddled in the corner, resting.  But the cows? They are up and eagerly awaiting a morning forehead scratch.  It's like a non verbal morning announcement: "So glad you're here".

After the other animals are tended ,my muscles get a morning workout scooping manure. When all is clean, I sit in my 'office space', my milking stool, and begin my morning milking.  Most often, I have one or both of my littles with me. Occasionally, it's just me, all alone.

When it's just me, I have the most awesome time of thinking.  My mind is clear, it's so quiet as I am stuck in one place, filling a bucket.  I think, I pray, I plan, I organize, I dream.  I unclutter my mind, sort things out and become a better mother/wife. It's only happened a few times, that I've been alone for an entire milking, but I remember those times fondly.

Most of the time, if my littles didn't join me first thing, they bust into the barn while I'm still milking. 
They roll out of bed, throw on boots and perhaps a coat and go from their bed to outside to find me.  I tell you, there's nothing like being mid milking and a messy hair kid with pajamas and barn boots bursts into the barn with a big smile, looking for a hug.  Even though it's great to have morning alone time, I love when they join me.  When they do, they get an extended period of time of me sitting right at their level.  They hang on me, sit with me, hug me, talk to me. I answer questions, have conversation, plan for today and dream about tomorrow.  I participate in their elaborate pretend play schemas while milking, as of late it's been 'playing entering animals into the county fair'.  Prior to the milk cow, I didn't find it easy to give uninterrupted time to my kids consistently daily for an extended period of time. Chores, the kitchen timer, the phone or an animal always distracted me.  It's now built into the rhythm of our morning.   They know the can count on me to be their listening ear, play partner, question answerer, mama with nothing interrupting that time.  I swear they are better kids when it comes to cooperating with one another and with me when they spend the morning with me in the barn. It just is working so well for us.

Long story short, I'm thankful. I'm thankful for this milk cow and how she ties me down and keeps me home. It keeps me grounded.  I'm thankful my kids roll out of bed and head outside everyday, no matter the weather. How awesome of a childhood is that?!  I'm thankful for time for me and time for my kids having a milk cow provides.  I'm thankful for the manure for my garden and milk for our family. I'm thankful to just look outside and see them grazing. Having them makes this homestead complete.

It's really so much more than the work and the milk. It's the lifestyle, the slower rhythm, the time to breathe while doing the work. It's the happy memories that we are creating that my kids will hopefully one day lovingly recall as "their childhood". It's really quite good having them.

Brr

It feels like just yesterday that we were outside having (another) marvelous picnic in their 'hundred acrewood'.  Picnic season has officially come to a close, it's freezing out there!  My blood needs to thicken up. 

Speaking of freezing, it's so cold out there milking.  Any suggestions for good gloves for hand milking?  I tried wearing the ones I have and it didn't work out too well. Without gloves, my ring finger and my pinky freeze. With gloves, everything is cumbersome and I end up squirting my fingers with milk.  Another learning curve, just when I think I'm in a good groove.  And while you're at it, tell me what you wear for footwear when heading out to the barn before sunrise in the winter months.

But let's talk about not freezing once more with this hundred acrewood picnic. 



Thoughts and Prayers


All I can think about is Zippy. If you could keep him in your thoughts and prayers, I'd appreciate it.  He is quite sick and the reason is unknown. We hope he gets better, but if not, we hope his passing is peaceful. 

Farming Art

My hard to separate little boy has been SO successful at the homeschool co-op we attend. And my little girl does just fine too. It's been so amazing watching both of them bloom there. I get to see first hand, as I spend 1/3 of the time teaching his class and 2/3 of the time assisting/teaching hers.  We're so fortunate to have this co-op.  These moms are absolutely amazing.

Today was different in that I spent the whole time in his class other than an hour.

When we were leaving to go home, he said "Mama, that was fun, only I really miss you. I've been needing you and missing you."  Dude...we were apart for an hour. 

But I know what he meant. He meant 1:1 time. 

When he gets home from these events sans mama, he needs time to do one of two things: Set up his play farm or do his farming art. 

Today was his farming art.


Have I ever told you about his farming art?  He saves everything. Everything. Well, everything that has a tractor, cow, barn, windmill, antique car, barbed wire, grain hoppers, etc.  Clippings from butter containers. Tags from John Deere Clothes.  Pieces off receipts. Clippings from the boxes of toys he's gotten as gifts. Clippings from magazines/calendars.  I don't even know where he gets all the stuff he has. But he remembers. He'll say "Oh, Mary sent that to me in the mail." He has baskets full of clippings.

He has volumes of notebooks filled.  We buy so many gluesticks. It's his favorite art. He says these books are to go through when we want to feel happy because he gets happy looking at them.

Today I left the kitchen a mess and made a little time to do his art with him. He gave me glue duty. He smiled the whole time I was helping. He said that doing farming art was his most favorite part of the day. 

You know, I think it was my favorite part too.

 

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