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Dallan, May 25 2009 Memorial Day

So it is past bedtime and no doubt I have missed your chance at a P-Day visit to some money sucking email kiosk. So you will probably get to read this next week.
We are in full swing at the Woodin Nickel. The Water is on. And we realized that we made many mistakes last fall. Most of the pipe on our property is in dire need of repair. The chop shop might be the best bet just to put the poor pipes out of their misery. Jon and I have been using walkie-talkies to coordinate weather or not the pump is running, is their enough water in the ditch, “quick shut it all down !I blew out over here on line #4!” “What do you mean the dam broke!” “What? there is no pressure now? How can that be!” and other such sweet nothings have been yelled back and forth at each other through the wonder of Motorola. We are working out the kinks-we think. It is a good thing that on Sunday we had one heck of a rain storm that soaked everything up real good or we might really be in trouble.
Meanwhile back at the ranch I have taken on many different roles this week aside from being a baby house. They include but are not limited to; gardener, corn hoer, irrigation specialist, goat milker, milk pasteurizing technician, breakfast maker, cold lunch packer, BBQ queen bee, lawn mower operator, weed remover, nose wiper, butt changer, laundry specialist, bed maker, vacuum professional, broom pusher, mopping genius, child disciplinarian, hug giver, band-aid administrator, Mosquito bite rubber, tubby technician, hair stylist, mommy and farm wife. (I think I might have left a few things out-you know I didn’t want to sound like I was bragging) anyway while this list is not exhaustive I must say that I am. But I have reached the point in my pregnancy where I have insomnia. This means that even though I have gone to bed at a reasonable hour and my brain has turned itself off, my body remains awake. And I lay in bed for hours and hours and wish I could kick my dear sweet Jon because he is sleeping and I am NOT! Thank goodness for TYLENOL PM. It helps a lot.
William has decided that he likes to eat. He thinks he should be able to eat anything we are eating. And he does pretty well with his 4 little teeth. He will chomp down things like cheese but then he chokes on mashed potatoes! He has also decided that he can stand up and pulls himself to that position when ever he is afforded the opportunity. He has also decided that the bath is awesome and when ever I am filling up the tub for Hunter (and believe me he NEEDS a bath daily) William will crawl himself into the bathroom and pull himself up next to tub and giggle until I put him in. Since William has decided that he should eat big people food he usually needs a bath every day as well. It is fun to watch my two little boys splash around in the tub.
Stiles and Marcus are on their last week of school and I am surprised that I am ready for them to be home. I need their help, those boys are hard workers when they are pointed in the right direction. I am also ready to be able to go lax on the 8 o’clock bedtime. It is so hard on little kids to send them to bed at 8 when there is like 90 minutes of light left outside. And I am ready to turn my 6 am alarm clock OFF (remember the insomnia thing).
Hunter got bit by a mosquito this week right on the forehead above his eye. The bite was so swollen that Hunter resembled Quasimodo. Well then about the minute it started to go down Hunter tripped and fell on the asphalt right on his forehead and made the bad looking mosquito bite look like child abuse. ( at least that is what we are telling people happened)
Anyway this is long and since you probably won’t get it until next week anyway I had better end it.
The church is true and don’t take any WOODIN NICKELS!

Love the WOODIN NICKELS