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A Recent Conversation With Mama Moo Moo

The other day I stopped by to chat with Mama Moo Moo DSC_0061It can take awhile to catch Mama’s attention with all that grass out there. But Baby sees me.DSC_0077Yes, Mama Moo Moo. Come on over here. I want to talk to you.

Wait a second, Baby says. Where are you taking Mama Moo Moo and my milk supply?

DSC_0080Mama decides she’ll come over for a chat. Baby doesn’t move.DSC_0083We discuss weekend plans, the coming snow, and since it’s rather obvious – that very full udder.DSC_0075Mama Moo Moo and I would sit down with a hot cup of tea, but you know, this fence isn’t something her or I want to attempt to climb over.DSC_0090We go back to discussing her milk supply. “Girl, I’m just so full of milk! I jingle jangle all over the place!”DSC_0123 Which prompts Baby to high-tail it over here. Milk? Milk? Are they talking milk?

DSC_0095 Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmmm. Mama Moo Moo’s milk sure is good.DSC_0092 I know.

DSC_0096 Why she’s looking at me, Mama?

DSC_0098I gotta go, Mama says. We’ve got to get this nursing thing done cause he’s just gonna want eat in an hour again!DSC_0104 Mmmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Milk, glorious milk.

DSC_0114 I try to be sneaky and go to the other side but I can’t get any closer or it distracts Baby and makes Mama mad.DSC_0113 Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Milk.

DSC_0120 Excuse me? She’s there again. Watching me.

Okay, okay. I say good-bye for the day, tell Mama we’ll catch up again soon.DSC_0110 Mama trots off when Baby’s done. Sometimes a mom just needs a little alone time.

moomoo Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Graaaaassssss.

grass So much glorious grass! Gotta eat it up before it snows. Like, tomorrow.

photoIsn’t she a beautiful Mama? And can you see? I caught her mid-sentence!

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A Winter Walk and Some Flirting

I grew up in a busy, Omaha suburb.  But now I live miles and miles away from grocery stores, traffic, the mall, and, well, just about everything.  I’ve grown to love the quiet.  Now, when we drive into Boston, I inhale and look around like a wide-eyed holstein.  Man, things change quickly.

When I can’t (or don’t) run, I take walks with whoever I can wrangle outside with me.  The air is getting cold and every morning there is frost on the ground.  It snowed the other day but has almost melted.  

The forsythia are taking the frost like champs.  Hearty things.  Lack of snow and freezing rain make it much easier to run, and much easier to take morning walks with Paige.

We anxiously looked in the mailbox for Christmas cards.  I love cards.

I’m loving these mornings with Paige so much.   

Paige likes to feed carrots to the horse up the road.

This is…Bob.  Seriously.  Bob?  That would not be the name of my midnight black horse.  But Bob is friendly and likes our carrots.

We walked to an almost-frozen pond with ice just skimming the surface.  And because I’m a mom I have to give the speech about ice.

We talked to big, tall trees

One would think it’s still fall around here.

Then we visited our neighborhood cows.  I really like cows.  Once I used a whole roll of film on cows and my mother was very annoyed.

And then as my camera is in shooting mode, the biggun’ made his move.

It just happened right then and there so I pushed the button.

What is he doing!? Paige yelled.  

“Uh…Flirting…” I said.  It was the first thing that came to mind.

What’s that?  

“They…like each other.”

You don’t think badly of me now, do you?  I tell you, it’s a whole other world out here in the sticks.  This was our entertainment for the morning.  Well, yee-haw.
This is a Holstein. My father taught me how to identify cows when I was a teenager.  He grew up on a farm in Bear Lake, Idaho.  He’s so proud I know my cows.

I’m scared of that big boy, Paige said, suspiciously.  Yeah, me too. 

Don’t even think about it.

So we left the cows to do whatever they do.

And walked home at a slow pace, me and my five-year-old, on a perfectly ordinary and quiet morning walk.  

I reached down and took her hand and she looked up at me, and smiled.  
And then we skipped.  

Isn’t it often the ordinary that makes up the best of days?

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