'1st Annual' is code for...

Trial run!!!

We had our 1st Annual Family 4th of July party here at the Farm on Saturday.

Shall I say... lessons were learned. Several hours before family started to arrive, Ty ran into my room and asked, "when does the 4th of July fiasco start?" I think he meant fiesta or possibly festivities, nonetheless, I laughed!

But Ty might have been inspired because we had some funny little twists to the evening that could legally be termed fiasco, grin.

#1 - me, the hostess, forgot to take any pictures to document the event, grrrrrr.

#2 - one of the 4wheelers and the dirt bike got busted chains and pooped out on us.

#3 - mosquitos were very hungry.

#4 - this is the biggey, our grill decided it did not want to heat up past 200... burgers, kabobs, and hotdogs like much toastier environments to cook in :)

But through it all we laughed and adjusted. Might I add that my hubby was a totally wonderful sport the whole night!

Thank goodness for a wonderful family that is flexible, used to funny chaos, and to whom good company is the ultimate goal. Therefore, I grin and make the final declaration...

1st Annual Mayfield 4th of July Fiasco was a success!!!

We can only go up from here, tee-hee!

Missing: our Dairy Darlin'

Savannah is our resident milker.

She is off for the week at Young Women's Camp. Savannah has trained me as her understudy. I milk when she is just burnt out, or will be away from the farm during the morning or evening milk time.

This is the longest amount of time Savannah has left me to 'fill in'.

Pictured above on the left is how much Savannah can get from milking in one day... a generous 1/2 gallon. On the right is my best milking day... Savannah has no worries of my taking her job.

Milking can be exhausting. After this experience I may need to do a set couple days a week, cause my hands are whimpy. Seriously. Whimpy.

This is our milking canister. And I am ever so grateful it has a lid, because I have almost knocked this thing over several times after milking and I would have been so very angry over that spilt milk, whew.

I must admit though, the stroll out to the barn early in the morning and late in the evening have been wonderful...

Don't be alarmed...

This is NOT a torture device, it is our milking bench... looks funny huh?!

It works wonderfully keeping Amelia safe and stable as we milk her. And boy does she love her bucket o' oats. Amelia is a miniature nubian and a dream goat. We got her from our neighbors and loved her immediately.

She is an incredible mommy, got a little spunk to her but gentle... AND

her teets are smooth as velvet! What?! Too much info?! snicker, snort.

If she was a good girl, which she always is... she gets a few raisins after milkings for a huge thankyou!

Thank you Ms. Amelia for being patient with me this week, you're a deer... I mean sweet goat!!

And in closing I would like to add:

WHO?

WHO? Would leave a pair of nasty dirty socks on the hammock? Don't ever disrespect the hammock, grrrr.

Its a boy's sock...

is anyone surprised?

Nope, me neither.

Bad Timing

My sweet daughter... is at Young Women's Camp this week.

My oldest son... is at Boy Scout Camp this week.

My lil man... is hanging with his cousins.

Me? I'm home sick, real sick, like missed out on going to a water park with my lil man sick.

Here's to hoping this is a 24 hour bug... surely... pretty please!