Monday, October 31, 2011
Taking the Baby out of the Boy
The baby of the family has a lot of advantages but on the farm, if the baby is a boy this can work to his disadvantage, especially if he likes to run equipment but has older brothers who never vacate the tractor seat long enough for the youngest to get a chance to do anything.
Luke and JW have their strengths when it comes to the farm scene. JW is good with the cows and seems to enjoy working with them while Luke is the tractor man. He would rather load, unload, drive or wrench on anything that moves on wheels.
Jake on the other hand would love to drive stuff, but gets the leftovers of the farm. He does everything from mowing the lawn to folding the laundry. His duties range from feeding calves and helping mix feed to making hot chocolate and keeping us from ever hearing silence. But yesterday he got a chance to be pure farmboy.
While normally on a Sunday everyone does what they want....anything but work, the neighbor had a different plan in mind which included hauling manure. He needed some help and the only two boys available were Luke and Jake. (Sarah hates things that move on wheels)
While Bobby and I were taking our Sunday afternoon nap, little did we know the baby would be out hauling manure. In his glory, he got to drive up and down the road and through the fields, just like the big boys. Seriously, it was high time this kid got to haul manure. He's 14 for heaven's sake! It was way passed time. When he came in for Sunday dinner he was dirty, stinky and had a smile a mile wide and he looked about 10 feet tall. His confidence was stronger and he even sounded grown up.
It's amazing a little responsibility can take the baby right out of the boy!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Volleyball Still Remains
While I reminisced about football yesterday, the North Adams JV volleyball team was on the brink of an undefeated season and when the left Hillsdale Academy they left undefeated! This is a great accomplishment but unfortunately because they are "Just JV" they will stand in the shadows of a really great varsity team--which also left the floor last evening as league champions.
This awesome JV team also worked hard and came home tournament champions two weeks in a row. Beating some great teams, these girls pushed through and played like winners.
This varsity team, much like their male counterparts are used to winning and have proven that this season. Next week they will begin district play and should go deep into the play-offs! I look forward to watching this team of girls play with heart and come out on top!
This varsity team, much like their male counterparts are used to winning and have proven that this season. Next week they will begin district play and should go deep into the play-offs! I look forward to watching this team of girls play with heart and come out on top!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
North Adams Ended Unstoppable
If was finished last Friday night. They didn't want it to be done, in fact, they thought there may have been a chance they could keep going but mistakes, overconfidence, anger and apathy were the leading cast of characters that determined their destiny that ended their hopes of ever going any futher. Instead they will turn their uniforms in today for the last time.
It was parent's night last week at North Adams-Jerome on the gridiron. The boys lined up in numerical order and waited as their parents were introduced taking their place in a line across the field.
With roses in hand, some mothers were crying while proud fathers held in their emotion as the senior boys walked up the 50 yard line flanked by the two people who supported them, loved them and watched them succeed and fail over the years.
I took my pink rose, hugged Lukie and we held hands as we stood and cheered for the other boys.
While I wasn't nearly as emotional about this evening as other parents, there were a myriad of emotions flooding that field. Some parents just plain got caught up in the fact that it was the last time they would watch their boy play football. But the boys were emotional for a different reason.
You see, it had been a season of highs and lows. This was the team that didn't lose. Since junior high, this group of boys had won nearly every single football game and had dominated the league. They were strong, powerful, smart and played well together. And the beginning of this season was no different. They came out shouldered with expectations of Ford Field on their backs and right out of the blocks they were full steam ahead and couldn't be stopped....until they played division 7 super power, Detroit Loyola. A team full of underpriviledge African American boys with more power and athleticism than this little farming community team could handle. They got smoked on 7 mile that Friday night and walked away with deer in the headlight looks on their faces.
The next week they would play a good team, but certainly a beatable team. After the spanking in Detroit they set out to be on the other end of the lashing and again, got smoked on the opposite side of the state and instead of being stunned, they walked away mad, frustrated and with the consequences of a lack of self control.
Climax-Scotts handed them their next loss but it wasn't until the following game that they realized they were finished for the season. It was homecoming and they were playing their rival, Pittsford, a team that was ready for the battle. They came storming into North Adams with a single goal of knocking the rams out of the playoffs... and they succeeded.
Low-headed, this team quietly sang the fight song at the end of their defeat and wallowing in self-pity they slowly, painfully left the field.
With a week off to regain a little composure and be ready for their final game, they took advantage and worked hard. It didn't matter who their opponent was this night, they were ready to get back to their winning ways and the team that showed up that night was the team all of us remembered. They were confident. They were smart. They were tough. They were unstoppable. And they won.
The fight song that night was a louder and stronger. This was the team we knew. This was the winning team. And as they left the field the air was bittersweet. A team that should have been getting ready for the playoffs ended their season on a high note.
As these same boys turn in their football uniforms they will head into the gym to get ready for basketball....another sport where they have been successful over the years. And hopefully they will be confident and smart and tough and hopefully they will be unstoppable.
It was parent's night last week at North Adams-Jerome on the gridiron. The boys lined up in numerical order and waited as their parents were introduced taking their place in a line across the field.
With roses in hand, some mothers were crying while proud fathers held in their emotion as the senior boys walked up the 50 yard line flanked by the two people who supported them, loved them and watched them succeed and fail over the years.
I took my pink rose, hugged Lukie and we held hands as we stood and cheered for the other boys.
While I wasn't nearly as emotional about this evening as other parents, there were a myriad of emotions flooding that field. Some parents just plain got caught up in the fact that it was the last time they would watch their boy play football. But the boys were emotional for a different reason.
You see, it had been a season of highs and lows. This was the team that didn't lose. Since junior high, this group of boys had won nearly every single football game and had dominated the league. They were strong, powerful, smart and played well together. And the beginning of this season was no different. They came out shouldered with expectations of Ford Field on their backs and right out of the blocks they were full steam ahead and couldn't be stopped....until they played division 7 super power, Detroit Loyola. A team full of underpriviledge African American boys with more power and athleticism than this little farming community team could handle. They got smoked on 7 mile that Friday night and walked away with deer in the headlight looks on their faces.
The next week they would play a good team, but certainly a beatable team. After the spanking in Detroit they set out to be on the other end of the lashing and again, got smoked on the opposite side of the state and instead of being stunned, they walked away mad, frustrated and with the consequences of a lack of self control.
Climax-Scotts handed them their next loss but it wasn't until the following game that they realized they were finished for the season. It was homecoming and they were playing their rival, Pittsford, a team that was ready for the battle. They came storming into North Adams with a single goal of knocking the rams out of the playoffs... and they succeeded.
Low-headed, this team quietly sang the fight song at the end of their defeat and wallowing in self-pity they slowly, painfully left the field.
With a week off to regain a little composure and be ready for their final game, they took advantage and worked hard. It didn't matter who their opponent was this night, they were ready to get back to their winning ways and the team that showed up that night was the team all of us remembered. They were confident. They were smart. They were tough. They were unstoppable. And they won.
The fight song that night was a louder and stronger. This was the team we knew. This was the winning team. And as they left the field the air was bittersweet. A team that should have been getting ready for the playoffs ended their season on a high note.
As these same boys turn in their football uniforms they will head into the gym to get ready for basketball....another sport where they have been successful over the years. And hopefully they will be confident and smart and tough and hopefully they will be unstoppable.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Reconnection Time
It's a cool, blustery, kind of rainy day on the Knolltop. The chores are done for the morning and now Bobby is hauling manure....an endless job it seems.
It's a strange Friday, we have no games tonight which is kind of nice. After chores we can just come in and relax instead of changing quick and heading to a school like we've done for the last three nights.
While Bobby was at Sarah's game and Jake was working the chain gang and JW was at class, Luke and I milked the cows and reconnected. Although I don't always enjoy getting up early every morning or stopping everything I'm doing at 4:30 in the afternoon to go milk cows, when I get to spend an hour with one of my kids and we can carry on an unterrupted conversation about the Tigers, college plans, the ACT, the football season or whether Walmart spagettios are as good as Franco-American, then it makes it all worth it.
Many life decisions are made inbetween dipping, wiping and milking.
It's a strange Friday, we have no games tonight which is kind of nice. After chores we can just come in and relax instead of changing quick and heading to a school like we've done for the last three nights.
While Bobby was at Sarah's game and Jake was working the chain gang and JW was at class, Luke and I milked the cows and reconnected. Although I don't always enjoy getting up early every morning or stopping everything I'm doing at 4:30 in the afternoon to go milk cows, when I get to spend an hour with one of my kids and we can carry on an unterrupted conversation about the Tigers, college plans, the ACT, the football season or whether Walmart spagettios are as good as Franco-American, then it makes it all worth it.
Many life decisions are made inbetween dipping, wiping and milking.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
It Happens at Night
It happens every night they are home together. The quiet conversation between two brothers as they meet in the kitchen to catch up on each other's lives. They are as opposite as day and night. One is focused, the other is not. One is quiet, the other is not. One is endearing, the other is direct. But over the years they have followed each other around through good and bad and have cultivated a unbreakable bond.
Last night as I lay in bed I could hear them. One was doing dishes and the other eating spagettios out of a pan. Snickering and laughing their conversation could not be detected. It's too hushed, too quiet, too private.
On one hand I would love to hear what they talk about, but on the other I realize it's just meant for brothers to hear, not for moms. So I will continue to lay in my bed and listen to the brothers giggle and laugh knowing that as they share each other's lives they continue to add a layer of strength onto their already solid friendship and thank God for siblings who love one another enough to share their lives with each other when they gather in the kitchen at night.
Last night as I lay in bed I could hear them. One was doing dishes and the other eating spagettios out of a pan. Snickering and laughing their conversation could not be detected. It's too hushed, too quiet, too private.
On one hand I would love to hear what they talk about, but on the other I realize it's just meant for brothers to hear, not for moms. So I will continue to lay in my bed and listen to the brothers giggle and laugh knowing that as they share each other's lives they continue to add a layer of strength onto their already solid friendship and thank God for siblings who love one another enough to share their lives with each other when they gather in the kitchen at night.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Fall Gets Too Busy
Needless to say it's a busy place around the Knolltop with beautiful weather now hanging on for about three weeks. I've gotten zilch done because this is the first week I've been home or without some major event happening in three weeks.
First I went to Harrisburg, PA for the All American Dairy Show with Danielle Nauman and had a great, but quick time. We drove all night, not recommended for two middle aged women, got to the show and began our show coverage which didn't quit until we left after the show.
Then we had two days to get ready for the county fair. This wasn't too bad since the kids are older and I've limited how many projects they take. Plus the kids can take care of the cattle without me, which is sooooo nice.
Then I left the next week for World Dairy Expo. I had a great time there too, but I think I'm too old for this kind of schedule. I feel like I'm still recovering.
I drove all night from Madison to get home at 5 am Friday morning. I had a two hour nap and then had to get on with the preparation for Homecoming! Luke and Jesse were on the court and it was a great evening...well except the loss to Pittsford...that really stunk.
Now I'm playing catch up with the laundry and the house. This morning I came in from the barn and Luke had something in the dryer. I asked him what he was washing, he said underwear. Uh oh, it was time for me to get on the laundry. Not that the kids doing their laundry is a bad thing, it's very good, but I like to do it myself so they don't have to fret about if they have clean underwear. It just me, I guess.
Since blogger isn't all that user friendly with pictures, I will post all the pictures here now. Ever since I started working for Dairy Agenda Today I've discovered the good and bad about blogger. And the picture posting isn't so good.
First I went to Harrisburg, PA for the All American Dairy Show with Danielle Nauman and had a great, but quick time. We drove all night, not recommended for two middle aged women, got to the show and began our show coverage which didn't quit until we left after the show.
Then we had two days to get ready for the county fair. This wasn't too bad since the kids are older and I've limited how many projects they take. Plus the kids can take care of the cattle without me, which is sooooo nice.
Then I left the next week for World Dairy Expo. I had a great time there too, but I think I'm too old for this kind of schedule. I feel like I'm still recovering.
I drove all night from Madison to get home at 5 am Friday morning. I had a two hour nap and then had to get on with the preparation for Homecoming! Luke and Jesse were on the court and it was a great evening...well except the loss to Pittsford...that really stunk.
Now I'm playing catch up with the laundry and the house. This morning I came in from the barn and Luke had something in the dryer. I asked him what he was washing, he said underwear. Uh oh, it was time for me to get on the laundry. Not that the kids doing their laundry is a bad thing, it's very good, but I like to do it myself so they don't have to fret about if they have clean underwear. It just me, I guess.
Since blogger isn't all that user friendly with pictures, I will post all the pictures here now. Ever since I started working for Dairy Agenda Today I've discovered the good and bad about blogger. And the picture posting isn't so good.
Luke helped Jesse out of the car but very carefully. Jesse hit a deer that morning on her way to school and her wrist was swollen and sore. She's okay, no broken bones, just very sore..thank God!
Kaitlyn Smith and Brad VanCamp walked together with their parents and our dear friends Gary and Sue VanCamp(on the right)
We walked across the field. When I was in high school we didn't have our parents with us. This was cool! From the left: Bion and Shelly Lynch with Jesse and then Luke and me and Bobby(just a little ID for those who don't know.)
Brad and Kaitlyn won. They are Luke and Jesse's best friends so all of us were happy for them!
But you know me, these are the two this mom would have voted for!
The had a great time at the dance, but I swear, by the way he was sweating, Luke looked like he took his football uniform off and slapped on his dress clothes. He assured me he took a shower.
Lukie loves dancing, he's such a nut!
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