Today is my birthday. I’m 26. I think this is the first birthday that I really don’t care about. 25 was the official middle 20’s mark and 26 is just one year closer to 30. And when you’re the mother of toddler, no day is really about you anymore. Surprisingly, I’m ok with that.

This weekend was fairly uneventful. The new little store that is planted right in the middle of the  spot in the road where we live had its grand opening party this weekend. A lot of people turned out for it and it was fun to see people we haven’t seen in a while.

Then, the farmer, Peanut, and I set out driving around to different walnut trees all over the place to pick, none other than, walnuts. I see walnuts as a small blessing God gives us to put a little jingle in our pockets if we’re willing to work for it. I am. Because I wanted this.

And I got it. It’s a 55-200mm lens. I haven’t had a chance to use it yet, but I’m pretty excited about it.

I had helpers.

I like to tease the farmer about his work jeans. They’re from Buckle.  And look at his shirt. Nike. What a name dropper. Both the shirt and jeans are completely stained from the milk barn and a lot of the clothes he’s dubbed “work” clothes are old stuff from his former city life. I just think it’s funny when he wears anything but Levi’s and a plaid shirt because it blows all the “farming” stereotypes I can think of out of the water. (I actually like plaid and Levi’s. It’s brawny.)

Peanut did a little bit of work, but most of the time, she’s counterproductive. She likes to put 2 walnuts in the bucket and then take about 5 out. She wandered around a lot playing with sticks and rocks, otherwise. I think that’s what I’m going to give her for Christmas. A box full of rocks and a few sticks. You won’t find a happier kid.

She caused us some extra work, but how could we resist this?

There’s just no leavin’ something that cute behind.

Happy Monday to all of you!

The Dairymaid

Copyright. Breauna Krider. 10/24/2011