Wordless Wednesday: Jump!

Springtime on the trampoline:

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No, They're Not.

There is one thing I often get asked when me and the boys are out and about.

After they ask if they are all mine. After they comment on the fact that I don't have a daughter. After they ask if we are having any more. After they say I am brave.

"Are they always this good?!?"

Depending on my mood I answer different ways. I might just smile. Or I say "most of the time" or "only out in public" or simply "yes".
That's the easy answer.

The real answer?

No, they're not.


That's number 3 in their room. Number 4 in the house.

Their door is currently a curtain because they pretty much busted the door off the frame.

They have tempers that they haven't learned to control yet.

All of them.

There's a list of things I want. Farm-wise. Barnheart is a term I read once that perfectly describes it. For the most part I have settled into waiting, until Paul has finished school. Until the time is right.

But yesterday I asked Paul to get chicken feed and pine shavings on the way home from work. He came home with these:

Thing 1

And thing 2:
They are more of an experiment.

We don't have a pond, but have read that a wading pool can suffice.

Especially for such a small number of ducks.

Of course the boys are enthralled with the new additions.