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Its getting cold


These are two of my favorite pictures from the summer. My mother in law ususally is the one to take care of the sweet little calves but if she can't Blake will often let me know so I can do it. I miss milking but a 4-5 hour milking with a newborn just wouldn't really be fair to him, the cows or the person id be milking with. So after he was born I decided with a lot of encouragement from my husband it was time to put that aside for a little. Ill stick to helping with the calves when needed for now. The girls love it and the baby was more than happy to lay in the stroller and watch us or take a nap. Today as we were getting ready to head out to the barn I was wishing for summer again. Getting kids out the door when its 40 degrees takes longer than when its 80 degrees. I think I said get your coats on 4 times and it finally happened when I said no TV tonight if I have to ask again.There lucky I gave that many chances before threatening to take away sesame street usually 4 warnings would so not be happening. It was the most beautiful November day! Not a cloud in the sky, chilly but the sun made it feel great. I worked in a family practice for over 7 years but after having the chance to be home full time to help raise our kids and help on the farm I took the opportunity. I miss working with the patients and doctors I worked with at times but am thankful for the chance to be home and watch my kids grow. After a perfect fall day like today I was great full for the chance to be outside and not stuck inside. 
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