Patience....I need it...now....really bad!

I guess the title of this post pretty much says it all! I am tired of harvest, tired of fall work, tired of feeling like I am trying to keep my head above water and tired of hunting camp (that hasn't even started yet:)! OK, no really, sometimes I just wish for a day when Elsie (new puppy) would not dig up my favorite plant, Cooper (old new puppy) wouldn't pee on something, Sammie (the mature dog in the group) wouldn't chew up a new pair of shoes, Nate wouldn't try to pick a fight with anything and everything breathing, Jake would not argue with the wall and Jo would not try and risk her life (for just five minutes). But in all honesty, what fun would life be if any one of these things didn't happen in the day. I have just been trying to tell myself to breathe....take it all in.....appreciate all of their strengths and accept my weaknesses! So, sorry everybody that had to read this, I am considering it cheap therapy.

The Sloth?

While sitting at dinner I notice that Nate has a scratch beside his eye, so as a concerned, caring mother, I ask, "Nate, what happened to your eye?" This is the answer I got:

Well mom, I was pretending to be a sloth while I was climbing the tree in the back yard. And not just any sloth mom, I was being the species with three toes, ya know, the Three Toed Sloth. Because there are lots of species of sloths, but only one with three toes.

Anyway, I was pretending to be a Three Toed Sloth and I had my eyes closed and was grunting hanging from the tree and I ran into a branch!

What do you say to that? Hum, I bet it has happened to a sloth!

All I can say is this, I can't imagine what families miss out on when they don't eat meals together. We have the most random, wonderful conversations. Oh, and by the way, Jake thinks it would be really cool to milk a cow when he is four:)