That’s All I’ve Got

Meet Frassers. Her name rhymes with sasser, which might tell you just about all you need to know. She enjoys talking, singing, and frassing; the latter of which you must see in person to fully understand. It’s too much.

She also loves to help her Daddy. She’s always been an outside girl, this one, but the two of them seem to be spending even more time together as she gets closer to losing her baby throne.

Last week we all had the flu and as I listen to him continue to hack away, I’m thinking Stewart hasn’t quite kicked it yet like the rest of us.

But she sure has.

The boys have continued to help with the floor of the new cabin this week. It’s been slow-going, but that’s alright.

Don’t you just love a little man in clothes two sizes too big? I know he does actually have clothes his own size, but apparently his brother’s are much too appealing to pass up. Which might also explain why his big brother is wearing clothes two sizes too small.

Then there’s this guy. Precise. Driven. Always task-oriented. Kind of a task master, if you ask me. He’s definitely the first born and you can count on him to do a job right. If it weren’t for him, I’m sure this place and his Mama would be a complete disaster. Oh wait…

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but lately I don’t have a lot of words. I sit down and write and can’t hit publish. I sit down and want to write but nothing happens. Maybe next week I’ll finish that year-end homesteading post, or maybe I’ll finally publish that one on animal feed or that recipe for bread.

But right now, I think I’ll savor these people, these photos, and these memories as a family of five. Because, with everything else that needs pulling together before this little one joins us, that’s about all I’ve got in me.