Sunrise to Sunset... A Day in the Life of a Farmer Gal
March 23, 2010 
Cate over at Moments of Whimsy gave me a good idea... To write about a 'day in the life' around here. One of the things I love about blogging is the randomness of it, and how the writing can kind of float from one subject to another, sometimes somewhat incoherently.
Or completely incoherently.
However, after reading her post, I realized that it's also fun to get a feel for someone's entire day, not just a snippet, so I'm following suit.
For today.
I may throw more of these kinds of posts in the mix down the line, but my random rambling will continue to reign supreme.
Just in case you were worried.
Or hopeful that I might change my ways.
You're welcome, or I'm sorry... Whichever applies to you.
Anyhow, here is the little tale of a little Saturday in our little family on our little farm. I hope you enjoy it.
I awoke to the most beautiful cyan / orange sunrise in our bedroom window, as you can see from the photo up on top. Except that photo doesn't quite do it justice, because a) I don't know that I had all my camera settings quite right, and b) it took me a moment to stumble out of bed and grab my camera, and in the meantime the colors fizzled out a tad.
"Why aren't you sleeping in?" Mr. Blue Eyes asked me as I shuffled into the kitchen, eyes barely open and hair a-frazzle. I pointed out the big window. "Pretty colors," I mumbled, reaching for my camera. He just chuckled. He knows my photography addiction. He supports it. Understands it, even.
Breakfast ensued... Mr. Blue Eyes usually fixes himself a hearty breakfast on Saturday mornings, while I prefer to percolate on coffee for awhile, before my usual Multigrain Cheerios. Little Blue Eyes was the next one on the scene. He's always an early riser. He likes a good morning snuggle for a few minutes...
This picture is meant to capture the snuggle going on in the background, but it also brings to light Mr. Blue Eyes feet, which I addressed in my last post. At this point I feel I need to clarify something... I like his feet. I just don't like his toenails touching me. I don't like anyone's toenails touching me. And I don't like my toenails touching anyone else. And I don't like anyone else touching my toenails. Is that clear?
Moving on.
Miss Peaches wakes up a tad more slowly.
On this particular day, she also wonders why her mama has come in, opened the shades and instantly began photographing her.
You want to know why, little girl?
Because I can.
And because I love you, and someday I want to look back on your sleepy little eyes peeking through the slats of your crib.
Because someday you won't even sleep in a crib anymore, and you'll be a big girl, and mama will need something to help her remember.
"Is this the little girl I carried?"
"Is this the little boy at play?"
"I don't remember getting older."
"When did they?"
Sorry, the 'sunrise sunset' theme has just been stuck in my head all day. It was bound to manifest itself somewhere.
We spent the day preparing for Miss Peaches' dedication, which was the following morning. I made chili for the event.
Because nothing says 'child dedication' like a pot of piping hot, spicy chili.
I also made cupcakes with hot pink sprinkles, and a layer cake with a hot pink cross on it.
Because nothing says 'child dedication' like hot pink sprinkles and frosting.
(The truth of the matter is, the only pink sprinkles at the grocery store were hot pink. So that kind of sealed the deal with the sprinkles. Then I accidentally put too much food color in the frosting, so that's how that came about. And then they just happened to match, so it probably looked like it was intentional, which it wasn't -- I was going for a much softer and sweeter shade of pink. It's o.k., because the deliciousness and moistness of the strawberry layer cake I came up with negated all the hot pink business. I don't know how rational an idea that really is, but in my mind it all works out perfectly.)
Miss Peaches helped me clean the frosting off the plate.
She's very thorough.
I ran out of vanilla early in the baking process, and my lovely niece -- one of Little Blue Eyes and Miss Peaches favorite people in the world -- brought me some.
She and Little Blue Eyes tested out the cupcakes for me. And Little Blue Eyes wore his dinosaur crest...
No, that is NOT a bow on his head. It is his dinosaur crest. Just ask him; he will tell you.
My sister also stopped by, but I missed out on photographing it! I guess I'm not used to photographing every single event of my day. (Although the thousands of photos on my hard drive would suggest otherwise.) And I don't want to scare people away from visiting us by turning the affair into a photo shoot.
While the kids were napping and Mr. Blue Eyes was doing something manly, I wandered around outside and tried to get a few shots.
Things are dry and muddy (wait, what?) so getting a vibrant, colorful photo is kind of a challenge. I do like the contrast of the gravel and sky in this one, though.
A bit stumped for interesting photo subjects, I decided to stalk Burley for awhile and get a shot of his love handles. At first he kept on walking away from me, which I found a little strange... He's usually pretty friendly. But on that day, he just kept walking away. "No matter," I thought to myself. "I'll just casually follow him around."
He walked. I stalked.
Everywhere he went, I went. Everywhere we went, he kept trying to walk away.
Finally, miffed, I headed another direction. I stopped to look back at him across the yard, to shoot him a hurtful glance, when I realized the reason why he wanted me to quit pestering him.
He had to do his business.
Woops.
And I didn't take a picture of it, either. I do draw the line somewhere.
Once he was relieved of his duty (hee hee hee) he was much more willing to be my loyal subject once again.
Good gracious, this dog... It's like living with a small bear. I don't think I ever told you that he topped the chart at 107.5 # the last time we had him to the vet, which was about a month ago. The love handles, they are...
Ample.
If he gains any more weight, I'm afraid he's going to start storing it in a hump on his neck like a brahma bull.
But he's so cute as a fatty...
Lucky dog.
By the end of the day, we were pretty exhausted, and still not quite ready for the next day's dedication (which was going to be followed by a pot luck at our house) but too tired to cook or clean any further. This last picture is probably my favorite of the day...
Photographic genius? No. It's more than that.
Husband... Doing dishes.
Children... Pantless.
Cupboards... Open and rapidly being emptied of their contents.
A day that was completely devoted to regaining order and cleanliness (and photographing the dog's love handles) ends in slightly more chaos than when we first began.
If that doesn't sum up a typical day in our lives, I don't know what does.
Reader Comments (4)
I LOVE this post! Really enjoyed getting a glimpse into your life, and what beautiful sunrises / blue skies / sunsets you have!
I loved it! Such a great idea and you really captured all of it!
I love the last picture! So awesome.
You are wonderful.
Hope the dedication went well.
Thank you that was crystal clear, Haha now we just gotta clear up that darn issue with the caramel rolls. Ha Just joking don't like them, to sweet well keep B.E. in line at home i do my best here, its like having two full time jobs. Later
Those pictures are great! I especially love the dog pics :) Coming from someone who has a rather, umm, tubby dog I appreciate those extra rolls!