The Four of Us

Our story is a love story, of the city mouse and the country mouse. Let me explain...

My husband, Rob, believes that camping is staying at a Super 8 and believes dirt is a four letter word. He is very organized and structured. Rob was the cute little child picking flowers out on the soccer field and the man who brings an inflatable mattress when tent camping. Okay, okay, I know you have a mental picture. Now think of an anonym for everything you just read and that is me. I am a life-time Girl Scout, have been camping since I was weeks old and was taught to "not say yuck until I tried it". Right now you are probably wondering, "How and why could they get married?" Long answer: I honestly believe we balance each other out and force each other to grow and change for the better. Short answer: It's rough.

Rob and I have been blessed with two absolutely perfect little children that have rocked our worlds to the core. Ayla is just three and Bram turns four months this week.

As you can see my dear Ayla is a bit of a genetic mystery. She has blond hair and the most gorgeous icy blue eyes. She is also tall and skinny, just like her mom. Ha! I only wish. Currently, she is all about gardening like Mom and Dad. She carries an empty jelly jar around that she has stuffed with dirt, twigs and grass and then filled with water. She leaves it out in the sun and tells anyone that will listen that she is growing sunflowers. Ayla has a very gentle soul. The other week when my mother was staying with us, Ayla found two baby Robins that had been killed by an untimely fall from their nest. After realizing that they couldn't be helped she was adamant that they needed to go to heaven so they could be with Popop and Ruby (her fish). So she and my mom picked them up and buried them by my roses. Unfortunately, now every time we find something that has died, it has to go to heaven also. June bugs, mice, bats, spiders, flowers... you name it, it has to go to heaven. Quite frankly, I'm tired of burying things.

I have a feeling that for all of the raw emotion and outstanding imagination that Ayla has, Bram is going to be her opposite. He is just the happiest baby I have ever been around. He is at the perfect age where seeing me makes him overjoyed and his sister is the coolest person on the planet. When I stick out my tongue he promptly sticks out his. His best friends are the ceiling fan and his left fist that is always being chomped on. Strangers can't help but fall in love and of course I am told daily that he will be playing football for the Huskers soon. He is a big boy, so I'll give them that.

I hope you had fun meeting my family. I hope to be able to introduce my extended farm family to you really soon. Tomorrow we are visiting a local dairy goat farm to look at two potential females that could be our newest addition. I am so excited I am squealing like a little child!