I love kids

I love having kids and I especially love having kids if we are going to try to be farmers. This week we had ice, snow and 0 degree temps. My kids were always ready to go feed the baby goats tho. I don't think they computed the cold and just thought of the fun of being snuzzled and loved. I, however, did compute the cold and made sure they had heavy coats, socks and hats on. But I did not have to go out in the 0 degrees and will not have to for another 15 years as long as we train them right. Farmdad makes the youngers go with the olders to do the farm chores so the youngers learn. Hey we also have grandkids coming on -- 15 so far-- probably some of them will hate their parents and can move in with us and do the farm chores. Farmdad has constant trouble with his back. Remember he can not accept being almost 60 so he lifts tons of things and they all weigh too much. So I love having athletic boy here. I tell him about how many muscles he is building for football by hauling water and hay and manure and compost. I also tell him how much love he is showing love for his dad by doing it. The building muscles always works; the showing love for his dad sometimes works.
Athlete boy is also a love of my life this last two days. Farmdad and I took two whole nights and 3 whole days off in the big city. We could do that because athlete boy milked our almost a gallon a day goat and gave everybody hay, water and feed both goats and chickens. One of our older daughters and hubby and number one grandson came and watched the 10 still at home. We sure trained them right. Three days of peace and quiet and reading and even some intimacy. WOW, some 60 years olds get this all the time. I would be bored and I love my kids.
We sold our meat goats and not one of us cried. Most of us celebrated. I am kind of sorry for our buck who wrestled athlete boy and showed farmdad that there was someone stronger than he to be gone. That buck was alot of laughs.
Oh well I ordered a bunch of baby chicks. Did I mention I have never done chicks before. Well let's pray I keep most of the 60 chicks alive. Easter egg ones, 365 day ones and ones that lay and we can eat. Farm SIL does the butchering. Hope Joel Saladins book and Poultry Magazine teach me what I need to know before the chicks arrive. Hope the US never gets a Chick Protective Service. I have worried enough about doing everything Child Protective Service expects us to do as parents.
Well the time of peace and rest is up and I must go back so we can go to Sam's Club before we leave the big city life.