This is a fishing post. Because that’s what’s really
happening here. For all of our enjoyment, here's some fishing wisdom from the one and only, Ron Swanson.
Ever since Trevin has discovered fishing, it has been the
favorite pastime at the Huenefeld household. Trevin talks about fishing all of the
time, he asks to go fishing all of the time, and he gets to go fishing all of the
time. One morning Trevin woke up at 7:00 and the first words from his mouth were, "Daddy, go fishing?" James couldn't say no to that. For heaven's sakes, it was a prime fishing hour! And his son was begging to go! Win, win.
This was Trevin "dragging" James out the door that morning. He doesn't look too disappointed, does he?
Before they could go, they had to dig for some worms.
I love that they get to spend 1-on-1 time together, doing something that they both love.
James and I somehow managed to become leaders of a small group at church this year. (We were volunteered.) The purpose of a small group is to basically have social events outside of church, with a handful of people so that it can encourage Christian fellowship, friendship, and food. We love our entire group and always look forward to spending time with them. This last month we made a "field trip" to the Ochsner's. I say field trip, because they essentially have their very own petting zoo in their yard. It was great entertainment for the kiddos. James also arranged for some trap shooting to be down with an automatic thrower. I didn't think we'd ever get the big boys to leave. They had a blast.
Well we crossed a first off the list. Ring worm, (he's a cat cuddler.) I'm convinced that there's an unwritten (but very known) "You're a Mom if" list. If you have to take care of another person with these things, you might be a mom... Or an RN...
It includes, but is NOT limited to:Lice
Vomit
Pink Eye
Puberty
Chicken Pox
Diarrhea/Constipation
Ring worm
If I only had to deal with one of these a year, I'd be content. That's actually not true. I hate everything about these things and never want to deal with them. Lice might be the scariest thing in the world. If we get lice, I might burn our house down. Well maybe not just for lice, but bed bugs for sure. (That's probably not something I should write on the internet.. I don't want our insurance to get suspicious.)
If you've been following me for a while, you'll know that I have one cool housewife skill. Canning. Not to gloat, but my lids always pop. The worst thing about canning, is needing 83 dishes and having them all dirty at the end of the day.
I canned 24 quarts of fresh garden green beans (thanks to my parents for sharing their garden!)
My favorite thing to can is jam. Because I have never had a jam I didn't like. I've done strawberry/rhubarb, mixed (blue, black, rasp) berry, and apricot. This week I ventured into the world of peach jam. I bought some cute little jelly jars and filled them, perfect for simple Christmas gifts! Not to ruin the surprise for some of you..
I also made one batch of peach/strawberry jam. I'm drooling over that one.
Now I know all of you have been waiting for the latest Mess in the life of Megan story. And I'm glad that I can now provide you with some entertainment. I'm just going to continue without any shame... 100% honest. I wax my legs and I use what's called Cream Wax. Meaning it doesn't harden. I had just finished up with my legs and was going to do my eyebrow and lip. (Yup, no shame.) As I lifted the pot to the sink from the floor, I accidentally tipped it and wax spilled down the front of my pot. I held the pot up and stared at what I had done and wondered how to clean it up. And as I was staring at the mess, I managed to tip it the opposite way and spilled the wax down the back side and made a major mess. My first thought was, "Welp, we're getting a new sink today! Because this is impossible to clean up."
You're probably thinking, but it's pink! and cute! and tastes like bubblegum! FALSE. The colder the wax gets to stickier it gets. Now if you ever find yourself in this situation, go grab the following:
-Those nasty hand towels you've been wanting to throw away for months
-Wax remover, if you're lucky enough to have it
-All of the olive oil you own
-And your sanity
You're going to throw all of that away, so kiss it goodbye. It took me 45 minutes to clean this up. 45 minutes! I drenched it in olive oil and scrubbed with all my might to get the bulk off. Then used the wax remover once I had it down to one thin layer. This should be a punishment for convicts. My bathroom sink is nicely oiled now, and my eyebrow and lip never got waxed, so if you even think about judging my face, don't bother calling me when you need help cleaning your spilled wax. Or maybe that doesn't happen to other people.
Now to pretend to be professional and share people's pictures...
I took photos for my second wedding. I did Gage and Alison's engagement pictures and I was thrilled to photograph their wedding, too. It was a great experience and I'm glad I had the opportunity to be a part of their day.
I also did my second newborn session for some good friends/family. Beckett was a such a sweetie.
I have found that newborns can be the hardest to photograph. You generally want them to sleep through the shoot, this way you can position them in all sorts of weird and uncomfortable ways. Precious Beckett was wide awake for the majority of the session, only giving us about 15 minutes of deep sleep, which is when we got 75% of the pictures. The other thing hard with newborns is the accidents. I got peed on, Toni got peed on, Toni got thrown up on, Madden got pooped on (she was really not thrilled about holding baby sis after that!) But all together the shoot was a blast and went well.
James and I snuck away for a day to take Trevin to the state fair.
And the prize of all the land, the word's largest Overall! 'Braksa!
(Get it like 'Merica, but with Nebraska? I think this will be a thing. You heard it here first, folks. This will be the state's new slogan, instead of Nebraska: The good life, it will be 'Braska, Beef, and Corn. Who's with me?)
The Case/New Holland booth was a mom's dream come true. They had tractor ride-ons, free popcorn, tattoos, toy tractors, and huge bins of grain to play in. We loitered there for quite a while.
I was able to get my funnel cake and James got his Nitro Ice Cream. (That's the only reason he really goes.)
By the end of the trip, this guy was worn out and ready for a nap. And so was mom.
Then there was Alaska. When I saw James' pictures, I was so jealous of the beauty that he was able to experience. Take a gander...
They spent some time fishing, (imagine that!) He had such a great trip. This is James' friend, Julius. He was generous enough to share his family with James for the week and give him the opportunity of a lifetime.
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They were able to do some hiking and they picked wild blueberries. Blueberries are James' favorite. He brought some home and I made a wild Alaskan blueberry pie for his birthday. He was in heaven.
Oh, did I mention that they saw bears? Yeah. He told me they were going to a "bear outlook." I assumed it was a place where they're behind glass watching a river where the bears come to get salmon. Nope, no glass. Just hanging out with the bears, in the wild, near their food source.
To Alaska and back, growing on the farm.
