Sunday, June 9, 2013

City Slickers. (Photo heavy.)

Today I realized something.

I have city kids.

Both my husband Adrain, and I, grew up out in the country.  The smell of manure was as familiar as our own mother's voices.  Okay maybe that was a bad example.  But you get what I'm saying here.  Wide open spaces were the norm.  Riding horses was the entertainment.  Building a fort down at the creek, being gone all day long, catching fish (even occasionally starting our own fire and cooking the tiny perch or trout we caught) and riding bikes until dark was standard.  Summer lasted for ages, apples came fresh off whatever tree we encountered, and fences were for climbing over, not keeping you out, because you knew everyone who owned the property anyway.



Adrain lost his sweet grandma to cancer, early on Saturday morning, and we both wanted to head out to the country to spend a little time with her best friend, a precious lady our kids also call "grandma."  She was there when Adrain was born, and he couldn't wait to bring me to meet her when we first started dating.  He grew up roaming her acreage, and knows it like the back of his hand, even now.  Every time we take the hoodlums out there, they get a bit braver, venturing farther and farther into the "woods" and exploring outbuildings, and climbing higher into her trees. Ava has fallen in love with multiple barn kitties (also on occasion bringing home a little ringworm from em).  Today, Joe experienced his first electric fence "bite."  Adrain reminded him what poison oak looked like, and we had a little chuckle, realizing that he wouldn't naturally know all of those things, being raised in a nice, tidy city block.

Then.

We looked up and he was running through a next door field.  You know.. with a bunch of bulls in it.  Wearing red pants and a red shirt.  I'm pretty sure my heart completely stopped for a minute while my man calmly told Joe to "get his hiney back over that fence right this minute."  (And then, again calmly, explained the basics of not jumping live wires into pastures filled with bulls while wearing all red and how that could have ended really badly.)  (Which of course, our little hoodlum also wouldn't have necessarily known.)  It was then that we realized we have city kids.  And it's a little funny... now.  But it wasn't very funny when I was visualizing my baby boy being trampled by some startled and angry young bulls.






















I guess in hindsight, the part that finally got me laughing... was the fact that once he was safely back out, I recognized the fact that, as he was running toward the bulls dressed all in red with his arms spread wide, he was also singing, "The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music."

There is absolutely not one part of this post that wasn't true because folks, you just can't make this kind of stuff up.

And so on that note, I'd like to bid you, so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night.  




15 comments:

  1. I love all the pictures! And what is really funny is that I am lounging on the couch with my laptop surfing blogs while we are watching The Sound Of Music. No joke. "Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever! Edelweiss, edelweiss, bless my homeland forever!""

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  2. again so sorry about his grandma. loss is so impactful. my other grandma is close and it is going to be a really hard one. she's the one i knew. the one we spent every holiday with. the gritty, stubborn hard working one that i always looked up to. i'm praying for him. sidenote...never gonna get use to calling jj...joe. just had to tell ya that. wondering how you're getting on with it:) love ya friend.

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  3. Too, too funny. Glad everyone made it back to the city in one piece! ;D

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  4. So sorry to hear about your hubby's grandma. Praying for him.
    Your hoodlums look so much older in this photo. They have really grown this year...and oh my I had to LOL when I read that Joe was singing "the hills are alive." That cracked me up.
    Glad everyone got home in one piece and that you all enjoyed a wonderful day in the country.

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  5. I'm so sorry about his grandmother's loss. Praying for you all. The country is soothing... Perfect place for some peace and serenity. We lived in the mountains for several years... My parents would shoe us out and us kids were only allowed in to eat lunch or go pee. Ha! I loved it though!

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  6. Praying peace and a life time of happy memories for your family.
    Also want to say that Ava in front of the blue door, both pictures, looks just like the Hunger Games actress....can't remember her name....but she looks EXACTLY like her.

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  7. So very sorry about his grandma, keeping you guys in our thoughts and prayers. I am a country girl, if only I could be, but hubby and kiddos are very much city slickers...would love to one day live out in the country, with a few animals nearby. Your kids are getting so big, Ava is growing into such a lovely young lady, she looks very much like her mama. Love all of your picture.

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  8. Very sorry for your loss, it is hard. Your photos are so peaceful and beautiful. Your hoodlums are growing up, they look so mature and glad Joe didn't get stomped by a bull. Also loved your shower curtain video, it turned out great!

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  9. So sorry to hear about Grandma <3 Praying for you all! What lovely pictures!! Thanks for making it photo heavy :) Um, Ava is not looking like such a little girl anymore, what a beautiful young lady she is becoming....are you ready for that mama?? xoxox

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  10. I'm so sorry for your family's loss. Glad y'all got to see her recently. I'm sure that brought her peace.
    Joe reminds me so much of my boy. That impulsiveness can get a boy into trouble! Thanks for helping me to start my day laughing out loud. ;0)

    Keeping y'all in prayer...

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  11. Praying for your family. How fortunate to spend the family time with her a few weeks ago. Youer description of your childhood sounds familiar. :)

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  12. How beautiful this is this is looks like a great place to spend at this time of loss, happy and peaceful. Keeping you in my prayers.

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  13. I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of your husbands grandmother.

    Picturing your son in all red in a field of bulls and your husband shouting for him to get out of there is quite the picture! I would have been nervous, too!

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  14. There is nothing quite like the country life. :)

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  15. There is nothing quite like the country life. :)

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