One long post about several completely unrelated topics.
My hero knew about some wild elderberry trees and snagged me a pile of berries. The girl child and I sat in front of a movie and tediously picked them off the stems and I made some syrup for eating or for helping any sickies get better this winter. Yummy stuff!
Meet my new soap bazookas. 2" PVC with a cap at 1 end. Little bit difficult to fill with no extra hands around. (Correction... no extra hands around that would actually hold it still). My main concern was how I was going to get the soap out. I planned to make a plunger of some kind, but I ended up not needing to. First of all, it takes at least a week for soap to set in these things. So I poured it and left it in a corner for a good long while (I'm good at that). Then I stuck them in the freezer for a day. Then I pulled them out, let them thaw some (because of interruptions not because I know its necessary- it may not be) and they literally just slowly slid out. It was great! So now I have nice round bars that look a lot nicer than my lopsided cuts from a casserole dish.
Here are a couple kids picking wild grapes. We have a whole mess of nice, big, juicy, cultivated grapes to pick and they opted to pick the wild ones. The next day the other 2 kids (unpictured) decided to shove said grapes up their noses. I bulb syringe got them out, but not without some kicking and flailing and one boy being quite certain he was not coming out of that situation alive. Now you can understand why the addition of 1 more toddler boy has completely wiped out every thought of spare time I ever thought I had.
And just a post to say I love my dog. Angel has been accompanying me on morning runs while its dark and creepy. She alerted me to a stray dog up ahead where I would have run straight into it before knowing there was something needing to be avoided. And she's gotten to where she simply trots beside me instead of crossing back and forth in front of me in her drive to explore. And the really funny part is when she comes home she's too tired to chase the goats to the milking table in the morning. She just flops and lets them walk. She's a great dog.
And something that has no picture as of yet, eggplant. Last year I had big beautiful plants and no fruit. So this year I tried a few more varieties... meaning I have about a dozen different plants. And they are all going gangbusters this year! I can't give away all my eggplant! I've made eggplant parmesian, eggplant balls, eggplant lasagna, stirfried eggplant, battered and fried eggplant, every eggplant anything I can think of. There are worse problems to have, but I wish I had okra to through in there too. But Dulci has figured out how to easily escape the pasture and ate my garden down to nubs. She's now clad with a cow bell and housed with Copper and his 7' fence. Its time for her to be bred anyway, but we'll have to do some major fence overhaul before letting her back with the others.
And I think this catches me up on the main goings-on. We're starting our homeschool year next week so it may be the last post until that somewhat new endeavor finds its groove again too.
We're a family on a 1 acre homestead in Central Florida. We're commited to raising our children in the Love of God and raising plants and animals in sustainable agriculture to feed them.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Picking Up Speed
The title of this post is not referring to any new drug use, though I'm sure that would be momentarily helpful. No, instead I'm seeing our fall whizzing toward us at break-neck speed and I'm scrambling to be ready when in slams into my hot summer pace.
Not that summer has been lazy. Just still working on summer stuff, that's all.

Sometime in July and August (see, I told you I was behind), I finished picking the last of our grapes. Got about 10 gallons this year. I fired up the canner to make jelly, but instead of creating a sauna inside, Husbandman set me up reeeeaaaallll nice. And you have to read the rest of the post in a true southern drawl to get the full effect.
We recently acqured a large 2-burner gas stove, mainly for this very pupose but also for any pesky hurricanes that take out our power for any length of time. This burner easily held my water bath canner and my pot of grape jelly. I also did watermelon rind jelly since everything was fired up and crankin'. And I had a nice shadey spot to work while still keeping an eye on the rugrats in the pool or swing set. Everyone was happy... until a wet bottom found its way onto my Countryside magazine while I was up stirring the brew. Anyway, about half my grape jelly turned out just fine. The other half and the watermelon stuff didn't set so at some point I'll reopen those jars and try again. More pectin, more sugar, more cooking and stirring. One day I'll learn how to get it right the first time around.
I registered farmer girl and "Thumper" for the county fair last week. Now we get to figure out the proper positioning and handling of a rabbit, not to mention getting her tattooed. (The bunny, not the girl). A friend suggested waltzing into our local tattoo parlor, "Bad Azz Tattoo" with our fur ball and suggested a nice barb wire tat around the bicep. Tempting... but we're obligated to letters and numbers in the left ear. Later today, we're moving Thumper and Dumplin (because farm boy 1 won't be left out) into the porch for easier access for practicing. And I also get to make matching outfits for the girl and her bunny. Not really sure how, or why I'm happy about that, or even what possessed me to think of entering her into that contest, but I did. And ya know, the smile on her face will be worth it, I'm sure. The girl, not the bunny. Not sure the bunny will be too thrilled on the notion.
We slaughtered our first ducks on Saturday. We're having a rough go. We started with 10 around Easter. One died we think from internal injuries suffered at the paw of Angel. Another turned sick-looking a while later and died. Another just a couple weeks ago started limping and went quite lame. He was one we slaughtered and by Saturday he was down to nothing. He must have been starving for a week and a half, unable to walk enough to eat and drink. Another had a large cyst/tumor thing on its face. We culled them both and one is due for the oven momentarily. The other (the skinny one) will be made into soup on a fine autumn day. And now, yet another is acting lame. We now have 1 good male, 4 females and a lame male. Good for breeding stock which is what we wanted, but I'm nervous whatever has happened already will end up happening to our last remaining drake. Unless its male competition that's doing it.
Nina is unwittingly enjoying her last meal. I called a friend on a whim to see if he was interested in swapping a sheep for some beef. He is, but wants it in meat form, minus the hoof. So, sweet Nina is leaving us. I haven't broken it to the girl child yet, but I don't think it will be a huge issue. She's more keen on Daisy now anyway because Daisy is smaller. She's never taken slaughtering real hard. My mom was over while we killed the ducks and she expected a traumatic reaction from her granddaughter. To her surprise, farm girl very bluntly and calmly explained the whole process to her and ended with, "And that's yummy MEAT!" Yes, she's our sweet little carnivore.
We have re-acquired Doby. You may remember Helen's baby... who had a baby... and we sold to some friends to get them started in dairying? Well, they've decided farm-livin' is not exactly the life for them. At least not with a triple digit heat index that go on for months at a time. So we have her back and we're happy. She's so sweet. The farm girl is learning to milk on her (she's the only one who doesn't protest). We initially only wanted 3 total dairy goats, but we're going to run with it. 4 isn't too different. Especially since we decided to only keep Zuma and Valentino for breeding sheep.
We put Dulci in with Copper a week or so ago since its about time for her heats to start. And sure enough, she got him all riled up. (Don't forget that southern drawl). She escaped on Saturday while we were gone. We put her in with the rest of the ladies until we could fix the fence. Sunday Husbandman could tell she was in heat and Copper was just beside himself. So we put her back in despite the fact that the fence wasn't shored up. Sunday night she was out again and we put her in with the ladies. Monday morning Copper was out... and he had circumcized himself in his escapades. We put them both together and immediately went to fence fixing... at 7:30am. At this Husbandman remarked that "we watch more goat sex before breakfast than most people see in a lifetime." And yes, bloody and injured though it be, Copper took his one and only job very seriously and did it thoroughly job right before our very eyes. The kids were inside watching a dinosaur documentary just in case you were concerned for their innocense. He's calmed significantly today, but I have not ventured close enough to get a full accounting of his injury. The bleeding has stopped and he's acting normal so I'll probably just let him be. I mean, I do know the injury was, um, flushed.
And since I may not get blogging again for another month, let me comment on the state of our bee hives. We suspect that both of our hives swarmed and that we checked one hive at just the wrong time and caused the new queen to fly off in fear. So we put a frame of eggs (we think) and larvae from the other hive into the queenless hive. And next week is the moment of truth. Hopefully they're doing their thing.
I've got radishes, squash, and mustard greens ready to go in the ground. The jelly melon is finally producing... like mad. Picked our first one today just to determine how to know when its ripe. We've got a busy week lined up with not a stitch of gardening in it so next week will have to border on insanity.
Especially since the kiddie pool bit it this weekend. That marks the official end of summer.
Not that summer has been lazy. Just still working on summer stuff, that's all.
Sometime in July and August (see, I told you I was behind), I finished picking the last of our grapes. Got about 10 gallons this year. I fired up the canner to make jelly, but instead of creating a sauna inside, Husbandman set me up reeeeaaaallll nice. And you have to read the rest of the post in a true southern drawl to get the full effect.
We recently acqured a large 2-burner gas stove, mainly for this very pupose but also for any pesky hurricanes that take out our power for any length of time. This burner easily held my water bath canner and my pot of grape jelly. I also did watermelon rind jelly since everything was fired up and crankin'. And I had a nice shadey spot to work while still keeping an eye on the rugrats in the pool or swing set. Everyone was happy... until a wet bottom found its way onto my Countryside magazine while I was up stirring the brew. Anyway, about half my grape jelly turned out just fine. The other half and the watermelon stuff didn't set so at some point I'll reopen those jars and try again. More pectin, more sugar, more cooking and stirring. One day I'll learn how to get it right the first time around.
I registered farmer girl and "Thumper" for the county fair last week. Now we get to figure out the proper positioning and handling of a rabbit, not to mention getting her tattooed. (The bunny, not the girl). A friend suggested waltzing into our local tattoo parlor, "Bad Azz Tattoo" with our fur ball and suggested a nice barb wire tat around the bicep. Tempting... but we're obligated to letters and numbers in the left ear. Later today, we're moving Thumper and Dumplin (because farm boy 1 won't be left out) into the porch for easier access for practicing. And I also get to make matching outfits for the girl and her bunny. Not really sure how, or why I'm happy about that, or even what possessed me to think of entering her into that contest, but I did. And ya know, the smile on her face will be worth it, I'm sure. The girl, not the bunny. Not sure the bunny will be too thrilled on the notion.
We slaughtered our first ducks on Saturday. We're having a rough go. We started with 10 around Easter. One died we think from internal injuries suffered at the paw of Angel. Another turned sick-looking a while later and died. Another just a couple weeks ago started limping and went quite lame. He was one we slaughtered and by Saturday he was down to nothing. He must have been starving for a week and a half, unable to walk enough to eat and drink. Another had a large cyst/tumor thing on its face. We culled them both and one is due for the oven momentarily. The other (the skinny one) will be made into soup on a fine autumn day. And now, yet another is acting lame. We now have 1 good male, 4 females and a lame male. Good for breeding stock which is what we wanted, but I'm nervous whatever has happened already will end up happening to our last remaining drake. Unless its male competition that's doing it.
Nina is unwittingly enjoying her last meal. I called a friend on a whim to see if he was interested in swapping a sheep for some beef. He is, but wants it in meat form, minus the hoof. So, sweet Nina is leaving us. I haven't broken it to the girl child yet, but I don't think it will be a huge issue. She's more keen on Daisy now anyway because Daisy is smaller. She's never taken slaughtering real hard. My mom was over while we killed the ducks and she expected a traumatic reaction from her granddaughter. To her surprise, farm girl very bluntly and calmly explained the whole process to her and ended with, "And that's yummy MEAT!" Yes, she's our sweet little carnivore.
We have re-acquired Doby. You may remember Helen's baby... who had a baby... and we sold to some friends to get them started in dairying? Well, they've decided farm-livin' is not exactly the life for them. At least not with a triple digit heat index that go on for months at a time. So we have her back and we're happy. She's so sweet. The farm girl is learning to milk on her (she's the only one who doesn't protest). We initially only wanted 3 total dairy goats, but we're going to run with it. 4 isn't too different. Especially since we decided to only keep Zuma and Valentino for breeding sheep.
We put Dulci in with Copper a week or so ago since its about time for her heats to start. And sure enough, she got him all riled up. (Don't forget that southern drawl). She escaped on Saturday while we were gone. We put her in with the rest of the ladies until we could fix the fence. Sunday Husbandman could tell she was in heat and Copper was just beside himself. So we put her back in despite the fact that the fence wasn't shored up. Sunday night she was out again and we put her in with the ladies. Monday morning Copper was out... and he had circumcized himself in his escapades. We put them both together and immediately went to fence fixing... at 7:30am. At this Husbandman remarked that "we watch more goat sex before breakfast than most people see in a lifetime." And yes, bloody and injured though it be, Copper took his one and only job very seriously and did it thoroughly job right before our very eyes. The kids were inside watching a dinosaur documentary just in case you were concerned for their innocense. He's calmed significantly today, but I have not ventured close enough to get a full accounting of his injury. The bleeding has stopped and he's acting normal so I'll probably just let him be. I mean, I do know the injury was, um, flushed.
And since I may not get blogging again for another month, let me comment on the state of our bee hives. We suspect that both of our hives swarmed and that we checked one hive at just the wrong time and caused the new queen to fly off in fear. So we put a frame of eggs (we think) and larvae from the other hive into the queenless hive. And next week is the moment of truth. Hopefully they're doing their thing.
I've got radishes, squash, and mustard greens ready to go in the ground. The jelly melon is finally producing... like mad. Picked our first one today just to determine how to know when its ripe. We've got a busy week lined up with not a stitch of gardening in it so next week will have to border on insanity.
Especially since the kiddie pool bit it this weekend. That marks the official end of summer.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Let me remember...
... this morning 20 years from now. And may I laugh heartily. Until then, let me blog and vent my utter frustrations before going back out to make our little world right again.
The kids have been begging for oatmeal lately. So I soaked some last night. Did they eat it this morning? No. Farmer Boy 2 (FB2) dumped his on the floor. No matter. Its a common occurance. We let in the dog to clean up the majority as I tell the older 2 to put on their swim suits. I rinse out the 2 day old pool water from their kiddie pool and set it refilling. A fight breaks out over what swimsuit Farmer Boy 1 wants to wear because he's scared of the one with orcas all over it. Meanwhile FB2 has gotten into Farmer Girl's oatmeal, covers himself in cinnamon and leaves her crying because she wanted to eat it later. I finally get them outside. I pull the waterers from the chicken pens so FG and FB1 can get started on their chores. I get Doby on the stand (oh yeah, she kidded... a while ago... I'm behind, I know). I milk her into ZigZag (her buckling)'s bottle. FG and FB1 start fighting over how much (or how little) FB1 is helping. I give FB1 the bottle and he happily runs off to feed. I just finish milking her and discover that FB2 has taken to "feeding" everything dog food. There's dog food dumped all over the porch floor. I scold him and get him cleaning up his mess (keeping in mind he's about 19 months old) when the Solar-Fit guy shows up for me to sign the contract on our solar hot water heater. FB1 starts helping FB2 clean up so I assume that will go relatively smoothly. Doby takes forever to eat so I assume she's fine being left on the stand. I always let her eat her fill and do other chores after I've milked her out. I ask FG to unclip her from the stand so she's free to get down and graze when she wants but fully expecting her to stay at the stand the few minutes I'd be away. I go inside to sign papers and less than a minute later hear FG in the kiddie pool. I scold her for playing before chores are finished and I peak at the stand to see it empty. I run out and Doby's completely MIA. I run around the whole property, call the dog, call for FG, summoning the troops to find our little escapee (who no doubt would return, but how much of our gardens would she eat while I don't know where she is?). Mr. Solar-Fit is left inside. I finally see her against the side of the pasture fence (on the wrong side of it, mind you), way in the back happily munching scrub so I leave her again. Come in to find that the boys decided to dump the dog food all into the bag of game bird starter I'm trying to sell on Craig's List (another long story). I start to really flip then decide I can finish my flip out after Mr. Solar-Fit is on the road again. I sign my papers. He leaves. I find FG playing again. FB2 is back at the dog food. I scoop him up and plop him screaming in the crib. I retreive Doby and scratch my legs up on palmetto scrub while doing it. Then its Dulci's turn for milking. I tell FG and FB1 that I'm going to be the "faster" (FG's made up noun for her and her brother when they finish their chores before I finish mine). That usually sparks my little dilly dally-er into motion. Keep in mind, all she does is fill 3 chicken waterers, 2 goat waterers, pick leaves for the baby goat and collect the hay baskets in the garage. She's got a single chicken waterer filled at this point. I milk Dulci, give her first round of chemical dewormer and let her finish her breakfast while I prod the young ones from a closer proximity. Helen's up next and she's late so she's jumpy. The sheep are getting really noisy and I have to force Valentino back into the pasture because I'm not ready for him yet. FG grabs the bucket for leaves and goes to the front yard. I'm half way done with Helen and FG SCREAMS. I drop everything and run... to discover she caught a butterfly in her butterfly net. I've told her many times about not screaming in excitement because I can't tell if she's in serious trouble or not. I haven't had the heart to discipline her for it. After all, she comes by it honestly. Her father squeals with delight with just seeing colorful lichen on a tree. I get back to Helen who's very agitated. She's the only goat who HATES being left alone on the stand. She lets me know she's mad too. I spill about a pint of milk trying to finish getting her milked out. I get Helen back to the pasture and I go back to FG and help her move the butterfly from the net to their bug observatory. It's a white southern butterfly, one that's unique to central FL, so I'm thinking we'll have to do a special lesson about it and don't punish her neglect with chores by releasing it. Meanwhile, she still has leaves to pick for ZigZag, 1 more chicken waterer to fill and both the goat water buckets. When I go to let myself into the pasture, the sheep are done waiting for me. Valentino, Esperanza and Nina (those that graze the front yard) were ganged up and bull-dozed out. I let them go, afterall, they just eat grass. I fill the pasture water buckets. FG runs crying because she's supposed to take care of Nina. She's hoping to show Nina in a fair this year and she's practicing by leading her to her graze station each morning. I get her calmed down by showing that Nina's not tethered yet. I get the collar on her and hand her to FG who does a great job... except that the leaf bucket is still mostly empty. I water the gardens while she FINALLY gets some leaves for ZigZag. She fills his water bucket and takes that to him too. Then I see a black snake slowly exploring the garden I'm in. So this time I interrupt the flow of chores to call them over. FG tends to freak out at the sight of a snake so I wanted her to see this good one and emphasize that if it doesn't look like THIS snake, she needs to get away and tell an adult. So we stand and watch the snake for a while. Which gets them in the garden and picking unripe tomatoes while I'm not looking. More scolding. I kick them out of the garden back to filling water buckets and now, also cleaning up all their toys they've scattered around while they were supposed to be doing chores. FB1 finally just gives up and puts himself in his room (his option if he's not going to be outside working/playing with us... he's my little inside boy). FG is the one responsible for chores anyway. We just encourage FB1 to "help" which is as good as "just stand beside someone working outside". Then it dawns on me that I haven't yet filtered the milk. I get that going and go outside to pick squash, 3 HUGE zucchini that I must have missed for 3 days. I'm in and out, adding more milk to the filter with a bit too much on the brain... and discover that I caused the milk to overflow and leave a flood on the counter. FG is still working on that last goat bucket and collecting hay baskets. I start cleaning my own mess when FB1 comes to me with FB2's diaper... which FB2 apparently took off by himself and threw at FB1. FB1 himself is also naked and crying because he can't find his "Diego go go go" underwear. I leave them naked, move Copper's finally-full water bucket to the bachelor pad, finish watering the herb gardens, and powow with FG over her lack of diligence. Its now 3 hours after we started chores, and she's just now finished. I had filled the pool for them to play in this morning, but she doesn't get to now because she dilly dallied for 3 hours. Tears flow. I'm over tears. I'm about to shed them myself. I tell her if she cleans up the mess FB2 made in the porch she can have pool time while the boys are napping today. She decides its not worth it and she'd rather just go inside. Me too. I'd rather go inside and do puzzles and play piano and eat bananas. But instead I get to fill out complaint forms over legal malpractice all afternoon.
One day I really will laugh at all this. And before that time comes, I'll have another day just like this, only maybe with twice as many kids involved. One day I'll know exactly what the result would be if game birds eat a little dog food. Or rabbit food. Or if rabbits eat chicken and dog food mixed in with their own. And throw the dog's garlic tablets into everything too. Yeah, one day stories like this will make me rich.
Even if only rich in heart.
The kids have been begging for oatmeal lately. So I soaked some last night. Did they eat it this morning? No. Farmer Boy 2 (FB2) dumped his on the floor. No matter. Its a common occurance. We let in the dog to clean up the majority as I tell the older 2 to put on their swim suits. I rinse out the 2 day old pool water from their kiddie pool and set it refilling. A fight breaks out over what swimsuit Farmer Boy 1 wants to wear because he's scared of the one with orcas all over it. Meanwhile FB2 has gotten into Farmer Girl's oatmeal, covers himself in cinnamon and leaves her crying because she wanted to eat it later. I finally get them outside. I pull the waterers from the chicken pens so FG and FB1 can get started on their chores. I get Doby on the stand (oh yeah, she kidded... a while ago... I'm behind, I know). I milk her into ZigZag (her buckling)'s bottle. FG and FB1 start fighting over how much (or how little) FB1 is helping. I give FB1 the bottle and he happily runs off to feed. I just finish milking her and discover that FB2 has taken to "feeding" everything dog food. There's dog food dumped all over the porch floor. I scold him and get him cleaning up his mess (keeping in mind he's about 19 months old) when the Solar-Fit guy shows up for me to sign the contract on our solar hot water heater. FB1 starts helping FB2 clean up so I assume that will go relatively smoothly. Doby takes forever to eat so I assume she's fine being left on the stand. I always let her eat her fill and do other chores after I've milked her out. I ask FG to unclip her from the stand so she's free to get down and graze when she wants but fully expecting her to stay at the stand the few minutes I'd be away. I go inside to sign papers and less than a minute later hear FG in the kiddie pool. I scold her for playing before chores are finished and I peak at the stand to see it empty. I run out and Doby's completely MIA. I run around the whole property, call the dog, call for FG, summoning the troops to find our little escapee (who no doubt would return, but how much of our gardens would she eat while I don't know where she is?). Mr. Solar-Fit is left inside. I finally see her against the side of the pasture fence (on the wrong side of it, mind you), way in the back happily munching scrub so I leave her again. Come in to find that the boys decided to dump the dog food all into the bag of game bird starter I'm trying to sell on Craig's List (another long story). I start to really flip then decide I can finish my flip out after Mr. Solar-Fit is on the road again. I sign my papers. He leaves. I find FG playing again. FB2 is back at the dog food. I scoop him up and plop him screaming in the crib. I retreive Doby and scratch my legs up on palmetto scrub while doing it. Then its Dulci's turn for milking. I tell FG and FB1 that I'm going to be the "faster" (FG's made up noun for her and her brother when they finish their chores before I finish mine). That usually sparks my little dilly dally-er into motion. Keep in mind, all she does is fill 3 chicken waterers, 2 goat waterers, pick leaves for the baby goat and collect the hay baskets in the garage. She's got a single chicken waterer filled at this point. I milk Dulci, give her first round of chemical dewormer and let her finish her breakfast while I prod the young ones from a closer proximity. Helen's up next and she's late so she's jumpy. The sheep are getting really noisy and I have to force Valentino back into the pasture because I'm not ready for him yet. FG grabs the bucket for leaves and goes to the front yard. I'm half way done with Helen and FG SCREAMS. I drop everything and run... to discover she caught a butterfly in her butterfly net. I've told her many times about not screaming in excitement because I can't tell if she's in serious trouble or not. I haven't had the heart to discipline her for it. After all, she comes by it honestly. Her father squeals with delight with just seeing colorful lichen on a tree. I get back to Helen who's very agitated. She's the only goat who HATES being left alone on the stand. She lets me know she's mad too. I spill about a pint of milk trying to finish getting her milked out. I get Helen back to the pasture and I go back to FG and help her move the butterfly from the net to their bug observatory. It's a white southern butterfly, one that's unique to central FL, so I'm thinking we'll have to do a special lesson about it and don't punish her neglect with chores by releasing it. Meanwhile, she still has leaves to pick for ZigZag, 1 more chicken waterer to fill and both the goat water buckets. When I go to let myself into the pasture, the sheep are done waiting for me. Valentino, Esperanza and Nina (those that graze the front yard) were ganged up and bull-dozed out. I let them go, afterall, they just eat grass. I fill the pasture water buckets. FG runs crying because she's supposed to take care of Nina. She's hoping to show Nina in a fair this year and she's practicing by leading her to her graze station each morning. I get her calmed down by showing that Nina's not tethered yet. I get the collar on her and hand her to FG who does a great job... except that the leaf bucket is still mostly empty. I water the gardens while she FINALLY gets some leaves for ZigZag. She fills his water bucket and takes that to him too. Then I see a black snake slowly exploring the garden I'm in. So this time I interrupt the flow of chores to call them over. FG tends to freak out at the sight of a snake so I wanted her to see this good one and emphasize that if it doesn't look like THIS snake, she needs to get away and tell an adult. So we stand and watch the snake for a while. Which gets them in the garden and picking unripe tomatoes while I'm not looking. More scolding. I kick them out of the garden back to filling water buckets and now, also cleaning up all their toys they've scattered around while they were supposed to be doing chores. FB1 finally just gives up and puts himself in his room (his option if he's not going to be outside working/playing with us... he's my little inside boy). FG is the one responsible for chores anyway. We just encourage FB1 to "help" which is as good as "just stand beside someone working outside". Then it dawns on me that I haven't yet filtered the milk. I get that going and go outside to pick squash, 3 HUGE zucchini that I must have missed for 3 days. I'm in and out, adding more milk to the filter with a bit too much on the brain... and discover that I caused the milk to overflow and leave a flood on the counter. FG is still working on that last goat bucket and collecting hay baskets. I start cleaning my own mess when FB1 comes to me with FB2's diaper... which FB2 apparently took off by himself and threw at FB1. FB1 himself is also naked and crying because he can't find his "Diego go go go" underwear. I leave them naked, move Copper's finally-full water bucket to the bachelor pad, finish watering the herb gardens, and powow with FG over her lack of diligence. Its now 3 hours after we started chores, and she's just now finished. I had filled the pool for them to play in this morning, but she doesn't get to now because she dilly dallied for 3 hours. Tears flow. I'm over tears. I'm about to shed them myself. I tell her if she cleans up the mess FB2 made in the porch she can have pool time while the boys are napping today. She decides its not worth it and she'd rather just go inside. Me too. I'd rather go inside and do puzzles and play piano and eat bananas. But instead I get to fill out complaint forms over legal malpractice all afternoon.
One day I really will laugh at all this. And before that time comes, I'll have another day just like this, only maybe with twice as many kids involved. One day I'll know exactly what the result would be if game birds eat a little dog food. Or rabbit food. Or if rabbits eat chicken and dog food mixed in with their own. And throw the dog's garlic tablets into everything too. Yeah, one day stories like this will make me rich.
Even if only rich in heart.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Florida and Kids
I recently got a comment that someone had purported Florida to be a bad place to raise kids.
Hehehe.
Well, if that keeps the bozos away, then let them believe it!
I'm including this picture, sorry its sideways, to prove that our grass is perfectly safe for little one's feet. Its a fight to keep shoes on them. We DO have patches of stinging nettles and sand spurs, but those are PATCHES and kids quickly learn to stay out of there if they're not wearing shoes. If you have a small yard, its easy enough to yank the offending grasses. Stinging nettles are quite nutritious so I'm actually looking for some right now, but they only occasionally pop up in the garden and we've never had them in the yard. And if they keep popping up despite yanking, sow some perennial grass seed densely and let that keep them out.
And is it too hot for kids? Well, that all depends on your kids. We have friends whose kids will play outside all day when the weather is scarcely over 40 and hate it over 82. My kids look at me like I'm nuts if I drag them out with me on cold days. In the worst of summer, we go out early in the morning to do chores but are almost always in by 11. Farmer Boy 1 doesn't much care for the heat. He's usually inside playing by himself when the thermometer tips 90. Farmer Boy 2 would stay out at 110. We also find ways to beat the heat. Kiddie pools are a summer essential. We fill it up every couple days and they usually splash around in there if I have extended work to do outside. If its a morning where I'm merely doing the barest of chores, we'll be back inside before it gets hot. Does it seem like we're always living inside to get away from the heat? Well, maybe for 3 months or so, but the other 9 its quite comfortable to be outside all day.
Gardening is a tricky thing in the heat though... you can't bring the plants into the AC. There are some select things that really thrive in the heat. Our summer staples are sweet potatoes (that we don't harvest until the first freeze), okra, collard greens, pole beans, cow peas, cherry tomatoes, and amaranth (for the greens). Many herbs will need to be shaded in the summer to hold out. I'm putting in a new herb bed just for that purpose right now. We won't get the yields that our northern friends do, mostly because of those blasted nematodes I just wrote about, but also because of the sandy soil that doesn't hold nutrients. But the key is finding the foods that work, not trying to force what doesn't work while the only thing growing is frustration.
But the biggest benefit I see to homesteading in Florida is for animals. While the winter was hard on everyone else and I spent many a morning waiting for the hose to thaw, it certainly beats wondering if I have frozen goat kids or how to keep the waterers from freezing while I'm gone all day. Our animal housing is minimal and they do fine. Yes, we have a harder time with parasites. No, some animals don't handle the heat well. But its all things that are easy to work with.
Now, with that said, I'm a southerner. My grandparents moved here for my grandmother's health when my dad was in high school. My dad headed back north and met my mom. They came back to Florida to thaw out when I was 2. Despite divorce, neither ever left. I went to college in northern NY, working on a farm there during my summers. Then moved to a northern area of China after that. I came back to Florida and don't regret it one bit. There are things that are nice about the north, but I'm very familiar with the south. I'm accustomed to sweating, not shoveling snow. I'd rather run my AC for 5 months than my heater for 8. I feel quite comfortable with the thermostat set at 82 but our winter temp of 58 is grueling. Running through soft sand feels far more natural to me than trying not to slip on ice.
And there ARE some places in Florida that I would NOT recommend for raising kids though the natives will sternly disagree. I'm not big for cities so Miami and Orlando and much of the over-grown south Florida regions would be out for me. But saying Florida is bad is like saying all of NY is bad because New York City has a high crime rate. Anyone who's ever been to northern NY will find that thought preposterous. But Florida is growing, in some places rather unwisely. I can't say what it will look like here in 10 years. Walmart is building a superstore (which I vow to NEVER step foot in!). Whole new developments and neighborhoods are planned. Things are changing and the only thing more certain than that are the taxes we'll pay on those changes.
But for now, Florida is home. And its a nice one.
Hehehe.
Well, if that keeps the bozos away, then let them believe it!
I'm including this picture, sorry its sideways, to prove that our grass is perfectly safe for little one's feet. Its a fight to keep shoes on them. We DO have patches of stinging nettles and sand spurs, but those are PATCHES and kids quickly learn to stay out of there if they're not wearing shoes. If you have a small yard, its easy enough to yank the offending grasses. Stinging nettles are quite nutritious so I'm actually looking for some right now, but they only occasionally pop up in the garden and we've never had them in the yard. And if they keep popping up despite yanking, sow some perennial grass seed densely and let that keep them out.
And is it too hot for kids? Well, that all depends on your kids. We have friends whose kids will play outside all day when the weather is scarcely over 40 and hate it over 82. My kids look at me like I'm nuts if I drag them out with me on cold days. In the worst of summer, we go out early in the morning to do chores but are almost always in by 11. Farmer Boy 1 doesn't much care for the heat. He's usually inside playing by himself when the thermometer tips 90. Farmer Boy 2 would stay out at 110. We also find ways to beat the heat. Kiddie pools are a summer essential. We fill it up every couple days and they usually splash around in there if I have extended work to do outside. If its a morning where I'm merely doing the barest of chores, we'll be back inside before it gets hot. Does it seem like we're always living inside to get away from the heat? Well, maybe for 3 months or so, but the other 9 its quite comfortable to be outside all day.
Gardening is a tricky thing in the heat though... you can't bring the plants into the AC. There are some select things that really thrive in the heat. Our summer staples are sweet potatoes (that we don't harvest until the first freeze), okra, collard greens, pole beans, cow peas, cherry tomatoes, and amaranth (for the greens). Many herbs will need to be shaded in the summer to hold out. I'm putting in a new herb bed just for that purpose right now. We won't get the yields that our northern friends do, mostly because of those blasted nematodes I just wrote about, but also because of the sandy soil that doesn't hold nutrients. But the key is finding the foods that work, not trying to force what doesn't work while the only thing growing is frustration.
But the biggest benefit I see to homesteading in Florida is for animals. While the winter was hard on everyone else and I spent many a morning waiting for the hose to thaw, it certainly beats wondering if I have frozen goat kids or how to keep the waterers from freezing while I'm gone all day. Our animal housing is minimal and they do fine. Yes, we have a harder time with parasites. No, some animals don't handle the heat well. But its all things that are easy to work with.
Now, with that said, I'm a southerner. My grandparents moved here for my grandmother's health when my dad was in high school. My dad headed back north and met my mom. They came back to Florida to thaw out when I was 2. Despite divorce, neither ever left. I went to college in northern NY, working on a farm there during my summers. Then moved to a northern area of China after that. I came back to Florida and don't regret it one bit. There are things that are nice about the north, but I'm very familiar with the south. I'm accustomed to sweating, not shoveling snow. I'd rather run my AC for 5 months than my heater for 8. I feel quite comfortable with the thermostat set at 82 but our winter temp of 58 is grueling. Running through soft sand feels far more natural to me than trying not to slip on ice.
And there ARE some places in Florida that I would NOT recommend for raising kids though the natives will sternly disagree. I'm not big for cities so Miami and Orlando and much of the over-grown south Florida regions would be out for me. But saying Florida is bad is like saying all of NY is bad because New York City has a high crime rate. Anyone who's ever been to northern NY will find that thought preposterous. But Florida is growing, in some places rather unwisely. I can't say what it will look like here in 10 years. Walmart is building a superstore (which I vow to NEVER step foot in!). Whole new developments and neighborhoods are planned. Things are changing and the only thing more certain than that are the taxes we'll pay on those changes.
But for now, Florida is home. And its a nice one.
Friday, August 13, 2010
A Diapering Odyssey
When the farmer girl was born, the only thing I knew about cloth diapers were prefolds with pins and plastic pants. I was NOT interested. I learned about fuzzi bunz when she was about 4 months old. I did the math and figured out we'd be saving money by making this rather costly initial investment. And so we bought about 15 fuzzi bunz and 30 inserts (because she needed double stuffing to not leak).
So, this is what I make, various versions and various results:
1) Pocket diapers- This is my first pick but they are the most time consuming to make and also the most expensive to buy or make so my
a) The inner layer is microfleece or suede cloth. I prefer the microfleece. Suede cloth offers some color variety which can be fun. I have some black stuff that I thought would look sharp on blue or red dipes... that will only likely only be worn by #3 (IF I actually get some more made!)
b) The outer layer is polyurethane laminate (PUL). This can be purchased online retail or through online co-ops. I've got a good stash now so I'm not up-to-date on co-ops or current pricing. I do know to NOT use prints. As ADORABLE as the frogs dressed as spider man or the pink camouflage diapers are, they just don't work. Stick with solid colors.
c) In some I used fold-over-elastic (aka FOE) (like in the bright orange one). In others I used standard elastic which is all covered by fabric. I used the FOE to add sidewalls which I don't think are worth the effort. They leak the same as the others (the sage or bright green ones) when inserts are saturated and are way more fussy to make. Also the FOE is more expensive and that design requires more of it. There is a place for FOE and sidewalls, but more about that later.
2) Using pockets can be tricky. When poop is involved, it requires dumping in the toilet (which is required for disposables too if you read the label!). Sometimes you have to swish it around in the toilet to get it all off. It's not for the faint at heart... but then again, neither is parenting. Washing must be done with the inserts removed from the diaper with minimal amounts of detergent. Every so often you'll notice they are leaking more than they used to, meaning detergent has built up on the inner-lining (which is designed to let fluids through but keep the bottom somewhat dry). To remove the build-up, simply wash with
3) Traveling with cloth is a feat I don't go for anymore. When it was just 1 child in tow, I thought nothing of packing a PUL bag in the diaper bag and put a diaper (and ALL its contents) in that PUL bag until we got home and it could be dealt with appropriately. Now I'm all for 'sposies when we're out and about. Too many times, as more kids entered the picture, I have forgotten to deal with a diaper in a timely matter and have had... yes... MAGGOTS in the diaper bag. Just can't deal with that anymore.
4) Currently, #3 fits in both the smalls and the
6) Actually sewing these buggers really isn't that hard. If I can do it, anyone can. There are free patterns available online. If I remember right I started with the "Mama Bird" pattern. I made it out of cheap scrap fabric to get a good fit. I ended up adjusting here and stretching there and made about 3 of my own patterns and diapers before I got the pattern that worked the best. I also discovered that Happy Heinys are really good diapers. I modeled mine after those as they had simple Velcro closures. Oddly enough though, my own diapers have worn much better. I have 2 purchased Happy Heinys and they are both done in with only 2 kids. I've replaced the elastic already and the PUL is now shot. I'm going to take them apart to use as a pattern though. Theirs did fit better as each kid grew taller than my own pattern did so I'd rather use their pattern. Besides, I've lost my pattern now anyway. By the way, I cut patterns out of brown paper bags and trace them onto fabric using washable ink. After cutting out the
You'll notice I only discuss price and not environmental ethics... because studies are now showing that cloth are no more gentle on the environment than disposable. I don't know how that is, but its been a bit of an embarrassment for the cloth diapering "tree-huggers". They say the water used to repeatedly wash these diapers, the energy usage in running the washer, etc, is just as detrimental as a mountain of disposables in a landfill. I find it pretty hard to believe, especially when we're washing with well water that hasn't been treated by a city facility anyway. But, alas, I'm not the one making these claims. You'll have to judge for yourself. I'm frugal so regardless of environmental claims, cloth is our method.
Now with THAT said, I have to confess that I did give up cloth diapering #2 a bit before #3 was born. That boy has an ACTIVE colon. I just couldn't keep up with the swishing of the poop. It was disgusting and I was tired. #3 is much more "normal" in his bm's so I think he'll be an easy one to see cloth through to potty-training time.
Feel free to post questions. I left a lot unsaid, but there's TONS of info on the internet. I'm not sure if any of my sites are still up and I'd be hours finding sites to link. Happy diapering.I hope this helps.
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