Last night I had a horrible dream! I woke up in a complete panic, sweat trickling out of my pores, pulse racing, and my heart pounding. I had dreamt that I was preparing a bottle for our baby boy (unfortunately I couldn't see his precious face), and when I went to grab the baby bottle, their were electric screw drivers in the area were our bottle was supposed to be kept. As a first time mother, I knew I had to feed my child, but the bottles had all been switch out with farm tools. I frantically began opening every drawer, cabinet, nook, and cranny trying to find my baby a suitable suckling. The helpless feeling was unbearable to beyond belief.
So at approximately 2:24 AM, I awoke HH (who was extremely willing to hear all about my baby trauma, wait maybe I was dreaming that too?), and proceeded to go into grave detail about the traumatic stress that I had just endured. We agreed that this was indeed a "sign" from the stork gods, indicting that we must begin organizing around the homestead. No more cookie cutter in the junk draw or any farm tools mixed in with any cooking utensils would be acceptable. So we are all about the becoming more organized sustaining order only around this humble adode (weather or not this will last more then a day or two is still undetermined?)!
Enough about me, lets talk about our little bundle of joy. The above picture is the sixth letter in his middle name. Go grab your writing stick and add it to your on-going list of letters that are already written in the sand! But remember, no guessing until August or I will banish you from any July 4th festivities for the rest of eternity! After all, you are going to be winning a hefty $50.oo gift card from Pottery Barn. Who wouldn't love that?
Have a Lovely Holiday Weekend,
Farming Fabulously
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