Friday, April 27, 2012

Goodbye Reckless, Hello Stoney

No not the musicians. Our goats.

To everyone that enjoyed coming out to our place to harass Reckless and try to tackle or rope him, I am sorry. He liked to beat me up a little too much. But he is still living out his days very happily at someone else's ranch in Robertson County.

But don't worry. Stoney is just as fun to pick on, and he doesn't try to kill you. He's actually a pretty sweet cabrito.

And you can try to tackle or rope him the next time you come out. Just be sure to tell him thank you when you're done. Or scratch him between his ears.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Oh Nuts!

Or lack thereof.

I stumbled upon this the other day while we were moving goats from one pasture to another.

Can you guess what it is?

If you can answer yes to that question, then you're probably laughing right now.

If you still have your head turned to the side trying to figure it out, then all you need to keep telling yourself is "rainbows and unicorns, rainbows and unicorns, rainbows and unicorns."

Don't stop saying it. Or else you will soon realize what it really is and get all grossed out. And stop reading my blog. And I wouldn't want that.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

9 Months with Kassidy

So I'm going to be an extra-nerdy Mom this month and talk about how much of a personality little Miss Kassidy has developed.

Seriously, if Brady and I weren't the simple life kind of couple, this girl would have a shot at every baby commercial out there. But, we're not moving to LA. And my baby is not going to get a big head.

Instead, she will learn to crawl in the grass, pet donkey's noses, screech at goats, let the wind hit her face on a gator ride, cuddle with Massey and give sweet kisses to her Mommy and Daddy.

Besides officially crawling up a storm, pulling up on everything, babbling nonstop, and really becoming familiar with what is around her, she has learned to give us the fishy face (thank you daycare), overcome her first of many baby bruises (thank you plastic chair), connect "mama" and "dada" to her actual Mommy and Daddy, hold conversations with her puppy, and give us all the cutest little high-fives in the world.

Brady and I joke that she will be the kid that grunts when she plays tennis one day, because she can't give a high-five without making this tiny squeal. Distraction on the tennis courts. That's what we're working toward. At a very young age.

So to add to Kassidy's funny farm, her Mimi and Gramps got her two bunnies for Easter that we named Huckle and Lowly. (Great Saturday morning kids cartoon by the way if you're like the Kujawskis and only get four TV channels.) And Kassidy loves to pet (or Lenny) them as we like to call it. This is a reference to Of Mice and Men, so every single one of you better know what I'm talking about. Or else I will shake my head in sadness.

Our dewberries should be ripe in about two weeks, so Kassidy is going to help me pick them and bake a homemade pie. And it looks like there is going to be a Lazy K crawfish boil in the very near future. So if you feel like hanging out in a different zip code, we'd love to have you. And if you're lucky, Kassidy will let you pet her bunny. And give you a high-five. And smile and squeal, cause that's how she rolls.

Oh, and she toots a lot too.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Google Satellite strikes again

It's sad when you can remember the timeline of your life according to what your place looks like on Google Satellite.

Take this picture for instance.

I know that this was taken this past summer, sometime after Kassidy was born, because our goat house had been thrown from its original location by a little twister while I was at the hospital giving birth.

Dang you Google Satellite for taking updated pictures of our place when there was absolutely no grass and no water.

It's the ugliest the poor little Lazy K Ranch has ever looked. Because last time, we were at least green.

Exhibit A: No more lower pond.

Exhibit B: A very low upper pond.

Exhibit C: Our entire place. In the color brown.

Where were we in these pictures? Probably inside, with a new little baby, with the A/C on about 70 degrees.

Hiding from Google Satellite.