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Ice Ice Baby

I wore a pair of my peep toe heels to school on Tuesday.

It was the first time I didn’t wear stockings or socks since, well…2012.

I figured it was time to officially welcome spring by showing off my painted toes.

After all, corn planting was in full swing…

Fire up the tractors, boys!

Fire up the tractors, boys!

It's time to plant the corn in central Kansas!

It’s time to plant the corn in central Kansas!

The apricot trees had started to bloom…

Apricot blooms

Apricot blooms–I can taste that fresh fruit already!

The flowers in the yard started springing up…

The first daffodil of 2013

The first daffodil of 2013

Pretty purples...

Pretty purples…

…and started blooming, too.

Blooms in spring

Pretty pinks…

Pretty yellows...

Pretty yellows…

Besides, I figured since everything was starting to bloom– and after last week’s freak snow– spring was right around the corner.

As in right around the corner by hours.

Or maybe a few days at the most.

Remember how I mentioned that it snowed last week?

Well…it ICED today.

Yes, ICE in APRILl!!

Technically it started last night and kept going for the majority of today.

Luckily, Adam put the vehicles in the shop last night.

Well…at least my vehicle.

When I went outside this morning to get my car warmed before leaving for school this is what I found…

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Pretty purples encased in ice…

Apricot blossoms

Apricot blossoms…

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Encased in ice.

To be honest, I’m surprised we still have power.

Lines are down all over the county.

Ice can get pretty heavy.

Busted tree

Busted…

...and broken.

…and broken.

It made for a slow drive to and from school today, too.

Slick road

Slick road

I am thankful for the much needed moisture we’ve received from this storm.

I’m also praying the wheat is ok.

We can survive without our farm fresh apricots for a year.

We need the wheat to pay the bills.

And by the looks of things around here…

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There’s a pretty solid coat of ice on everything right now.

I think it’d be smart to put my peep toes away for a few more days, too.

In fact, I’m planning on digging out the socks for tomorrow!

Boys of the Farm…

It snowed here this last week.

It didn’t stick, but still.

It’s April!!

There’s really nothing more fitting than crazy weather ushering in spring here in Kansas.

Ever since I’ve lived here I’ve heard people say, “If you don’t like the weather wait a few minutes.”

How true it is!

Just a few days ago I was contemplating getting my toes painted, digging out my flip-flops, and planning my summer.

It was warm and sunny and glorious.

The calves that were born in February and March were either lying down in the sun and warming their bellies or exploring while their mamas grazed in the pasture or buried their heads in the feed bunk.

Catching some sun

Catching some sun

In fact, it was warm enough to take little boys out to help feed the cattle without having to wrap them up in coveralls and gloves.

Jackets were all the little boys needed.

Grandpa's little helpers.

Grandpa’s little helpers.

Our nephews, Rowan and Eli, were visiting for a long weekend and were Dwight’s helpers.

Taking a ride.

Taking a ride.

Usually Dwight and Tucker are the two sharing a spot on the four-wheeler when checking cattle.

However, Tucker had to share his spot with the boys while Grandpa gave the boys a ride around the yard.

Maybe Rowan had to make the adjustments

Tucker’s spot is Tucker’s spot.  Rowan is somewhere in there.

While the four-wheeler slowly looped around the yard, the cows bellied up to the bunks to eat their breakfast while the calves explored.

What kind of trouble can we get into?

What kind of trouble can we get into?

However, one cow and calf were missing.

The old girl had not come in to eat her morning meal which is uncommon.

Instead, she was on the other side of the creek.

Where's my baby?

Where’s my baby?

Grandpa and the boys–including Tucker–decided to ride out and figure out where the old gal’s calf was.

What's over here?

What’s over here?

Oh, they found you.

Oh, they found you.

Might as well get up now that you've been discovered.

Might as well get up now that you’ve been discovered.

Thanks for the help.

Thanks for the help.

What just happened?

What just happened?

Eli and Rowan weren’t the only little helpers on this particular day.

Lood, Dad!  A calf's out!

Lood, Dad! A calf’s out!

Yep, a calf's out!

Yep, a calf’s out!

Banks decided he was big enough to go check cows, too.

He stayed close to his daddy and off the four-wheeler though.

Maybe next year.

Besides, I’m pretty sure it’d be hard to find a spot on the four-wheeler.

There’s just too many boys!

All of the boys of Baldwin Farms.

All of the boys of Baldwin Farms.

It’s important to notice that Tucker made sure he was in this picture.

After all, he’s one of the boys on the farm, too!

Lapse in Security

It’s no secret that we have wild turkeys that have identified our place as a turkey-friendly zone.

My name is Tom and I have no fear.

My name is Tom and I have no fear.

Tom, our resident tom, has slowly recruited his friends over the past year to join him on the farm.

He made his first appearance in the yard last May, and every time he has made an appearance since he’s brought friends.

Tom, where you lead, we will follow.

Tom, where you lead, we will follow.

We’re at the point now where we’re thinking Tom must be a very charismatic turkey.

Anyway, every time Tom and his friends have moseyed into the yard the mutts have been nowhere to be found.

Now this may seem like an insignificant issue, but for us it’s quite odd considering our mutts take their security responsibilities very, VERY seriously.

Whenever the cattle get too close for comfort, the mutts sound the alarms.
Whenever the mailman stops to put mail in our box, the mutts sound the alarms.

Whenever deer, coyotes, raccoons, opossums, seed trucks, fuel trucks, or the Fed-Ex man enters our property, the mutts sound the alarms.

So yes, it is quite odd that the mutts are never around to alert us when the turkeys have arrived.

Recently, I was walking through the living room and just happened to look outside near our apple trees.

Turkeys in the trees.

Turkeys in the trees.

How convenient, the turkeys are here but the mutts aren’t.

Where the heck are those dogs?!?

Such a nice, quiet area.  And dog free, too!

Such a nice, quiet area. And dog free, too!

As I walked into the kitchen to watch Tom and his crew do their thing, my view changed just a bit.

My opinions changed a bit, too.

Day dreaming of turkeys.

Day dreaming of turkeys.

Caught in the act, sleeping on the job!

While the mutts sleep all day, the turkeys will play.

The mutts will bark and howl in the middle of the night to alert us that a leaf has fallen off a tree, but they can’t alert us in the middle of the day.

I think it’s time for some job evaluations.

 

The Rest of the Story…

I like football and all, but the main reason I watch the Super Bowl is for–let’s face it–the commercials.

There were some good ones and not so good ones this year. But the one that I woke Adam up to watch on the DVR was the Dodge Ram commercial “Farmer.”

The commercial used a portion of a speech that Paul Harvey gave in the 1970′s.

I’ve heard the speech before, but this time it really, REALLY got to me.

In fact, I was so moved by the commercial that I can’t sleep now and am tapping away on my phone using my left hand while holding my son with my dominant arm. I feel like yelling from the rooftop, “So God made a farmer!!”

Maybe it was the simplicity of the high definition photographs.

Maybe it was Paul Harvey’s voice that reminded me of my childhood.

Maybe it’s because my husband is an American farmer.

My farmer.

My farmer.

Maybe it’s because I hope our three-month-old son will continue our families’ farming traditions.

The next generation.

The next generation.

Maybe it’s because I’m lactating.

Regardless, the commercial spoke to me.

There might have been a few tears.

There were definitely some chills.

Check it out here…

I just want to thank Dodge for using their prime Super Bowl spot to spotlight the work of farmers for the masses to see while supporting the FFA and local programs.

The Ram brand has declared 2013 the Year of the Farmer and is trying to raise $1 million to support FFA and assist in local hunger and educational programs. By watching the video you are helping raise funds.

I’m looking forward to seeing what else Ram and their partners–including Case IH, STIHL, Bosch, Mossy Oak, and Farms.com–have in store for us this year as they celebrate the American farmer.

And now you know the rest of the story.

And Then…

Hello. It’s been quite some time, hasn’t it?

Don’t worry, I’m ok.

I don’t even know where to begin. It’s been, well, it’s been months. I’ve been stuck trying to figure out where to begin because there’s been so many significant events that have happened since my last post.

I’ve been stuck trying to figure out where to start. I’ve decided I need to write something. Anything.

So I’ll begin here…

Dirt road walks...

Dirt road walks…

Back in May I announced my pregnancy.

And then wheat harvest began.

And then I disappeared from the blogosphere realm.

Sorry.

After awhile some of my friends started hinting that I was a blogger slacky.

I apologize for my absence, I was simply occupying my time with other important tasks and events.

For example, I took a lot of walks per doctor’s orders…

The more I walked, the bigger I got!

The more the mutts and I walked, the bigger I got.

And then I began inflating to epic proportions…

Heels don't fit these feet!

Barefoot & Pregnant: Heels don’t fit these feet anymore!

And then I played lifeguard at our very own private pool…

Stock tanks make the best pools in the summer!

Stock tanks make the best pools in the summer especially when it’s ridiculously HOT and dry!

And then I elevated my feet any chance I got…

Elevated feet while on vacation.

Appreciating hotel air conditioning while keeping my feet elevated.

And then school started…

Assignment board

Gosh, what is this teacher doing to us?!

And then fall harvest began…

Harvesting some dryland corn.

Harvesting some dryland corn.

And then I got bigger…

I got in the combines this fall with a little help.

I got in the combines this fall with a little help.

And then wheat sowing was in full swing…

Trying to get the wheat in before the baby's arrival.

Trying to get the wheat in before the baby’s arrival.

And then I got REALLY big…

Baby Baldwin's first experience with sowing wheat.

Baby Baldwin’s first experience with sowing wheat.

And then I delivered meals to the soybean fields that were being harvested…

Catching a sunset while delivering a meal to a soybean field.

Catching a sunset while delivering a meal.

And then I almost exploded…

2Days before Banks

Two days before Baby Baldwin made his appearance.

And then I fell in love…

Well hello there, little man!

Well hello there, little man!

And then I started lactating and gave up sleeping…

I make noise whenever I WANT TO!!

If I don’t sleep, YOU don’t sleep!

And then I cut back significantly on showering and preferred wearing hats and pajamas all day, and I became obsessed with poop, and pee, and other bodily functions, and potential temperatures, and breathing patterns, and sleeping patterns, and little sounds in the middle of the night…

I might’ve forgotten to brush my teeth a few times, too.

My apologies.

And then I started deflating, and sleeping more, and showering regularly, and venturing out…

We even voted!

We even voted!

And sometime during all of the craziness I fell in love even more…

Adam is such an awesome daddy!  I love that man!

Adam is such an awesome daddy! I love that man!

And now I’m back and I plan to share my new adventures of life as a farmer’s wife and momma to a little man.

The newest addition to the farm: Banks William Baldwin

Banks William Baldwin

This’ll be fun.
Won’t you join me?

Switching Gears

Wheat harvest concluded last week for us here at Baldwin Farms.

We were very happy with this year’s harvest.

A recap preview…

I’ll give you a recap of harvest in an upcoming blog post.  PROMISE!

I had about a day to relax after harvest before switching gears to Vacation Bible School mode– which has kept me busy this week.

It’s been fun to see the neighborhood “country” kids (young and old) come participate in the community VBS.

This year’s theme has been all about water.

We’ve learned about water coming from a rock after Moses struck it while traveling through the wilderness with the children of Israel; about the Samaritan woman at the well; about Jesus calming a storm at sea; the healing of Naaman’s physical problem as well as his spiritual heart; and when John the Baptist baptized Jesus.

I found it very fitting that we FINALLY received a significant rain last night, and that the kids were thankful for it during their prayer and praise time this morning.  The kids said the farmers, the gardens and the animals all needed the good rain :)

Speaking of animals, Adam witnessed a pretty rare sight while harvesting wheat this year.  Luckily for us, he captured it on his cell phone camera to share with others.

Can you guess the baby animal that caused Adam to slow down his combine and pull out his camera during this year’s harvest?

The video is a little wobbly at first, but it evens out.

Keep your eyes focused on the wheat directly in front of the combine–you’ll see some movement and then it will reveal itself.

Meals to the Fields…

While the crew is out harvesting wheat all day, my mother-in-law and I like to lay by the pool and eat our bon-bons while working on our tans.

In our dreams!

This is as close to a pool and bon-bons for me during harvest!

In reality, while the crew is out in the fields, my mother-in-law and I are doing our part to help make life more pleasant during harvest.

Making life more pleasant during harvest for our crew means keeping them well-fed.

Buns in bulk…

During harvest–although there are some days when the crew will come to one of our houses to eat inside– the majority of meals have to be prepared, packed, and hauled out to a field somewhere.

Meals to the Fields!

Adam told me the other morning that he likes going to a house to eat a meal during harvest–but when that’s done they lose enough time that could’ve been used to cut 23 acres of wheat. And with the constant sense of urgency in getting all of the wheat cut before the summer storms, there’s not a lot of time to stop and enjoy a meal in the comfort of our air conditioned homes.

Enter the proverbial chuck wagon here…

Stopping for a meal in the field.

My mother-in-law, Cindy, has perfected feeding the masses.

She’s a rock star!!

Cindy provides delivery service of quality meals to fields twice a day–shortly after 12:00 and at 6:30pm.

Guaranteed.

It’s like a picnic–for the Duggar family, but with less kids!

I’m her helper.

And while it would be easy to make a massive amount of ham & cheese sandwiches every day, ham & cheese sandwiches every day would get pretty old, pretty quickly.

Order up! Ham & cheese and more ham & cheese…

So Cindy mixes things up.

Yes, sometimes a nice cold sandwich is really all the guys want to eat, but they also like (and deserve) some hot meals.

Goulash, cole slaw & french bread–delivered to the field.

Whether it’s cold sandwiches or hot meals, a heck of a lot of food is made during harvest.

We officially started harvest on May 28th this year. We were out of the fields due to rain for three days.

Between May 28th and today, there have been days where we have needed to feed up to 12 people per meal.

With so much food being made for so many hungry mouths, our kitchens have been transformed into lean, mean, food prep machines.

I refuse to show you pictures!

And with so many hungry mouths to feed at every meal, a heck of a lot of trips are made to town to pick up groceries during wheat harvest.

And with a heck of a lot of trips made to town, our brains start thinking in bulk…

A loaf of bread has 24 slices (not including the ends). That’s enough to make 12 sandwiches.

A Crystal Light package contains enough mix to make 2 1/2 gallons.

We go through two gallons of this stuff at every meal.

About two pounds of ground beef is needed to make enough Sloppy Joes for each person to have two sandwiches.

A family pack of single serving chips contains 32 bags.

Providing variety…

A cookie recipe makes about four dozen cookies.

Expect each person to eat two cookies during the meal, plus take some “for the road”.

The guys like bananas, nectarines, and peaches.

They also like bottled water, and an occasional afternoon (around 3:30) sweet treat like a candy bar.

You can do the math to figure out what our grocery bills look like during harvest time!

I don’t want to think about it.

Some days I think we are harvesting the wheat in our fields just to make enough bread to keep feeding our crew.

In reality, according to http://www.kswheat.com, Kansas farmers alone produce roughly 380 million bushels of wheat each year.

That’s enough to feed every man, woman and child in the world for an entire week!

Now THAT would be a lot of meals to the fields!

So we’ll continue baking, mixing, shopping–not to mention cleaning and dishwashing– packaging, and delivering for our sweaty harvest crew so we can help provide meals for others, too.

The Next Generation

It’s Harvest Time!

Even though we wanted to start earlier, yesterday was the first day of the 2012 wheat harvest for us.

Everyone gets very anxious and excited during this time of the year because they want to cut the wheat.

I think one of the most anxious and excited ones to get the combines rolling is this little guy…

Our nephew Rowan, Harvest 2011

My sister-in-law has helped with harvest every year I’ve known her.

So has Rowan, her oldest son.

I’ve watched Rowan literally grow up while riding in the combines every wheat harvest.

In fact, he’s been around for wheat harvests one more year than me.

He loves wheat harvest.

He told us the other day that he dreams of wheat harvest.

So last week when Rowan arrived, it wasn’t a surprise to find out he was chanting “Harvest Time, Harvest Time” in my in-law’s kitchen.

It was still a few days too early to start cutting wheat last week.  But wheat harvest isn’t the only event that keeps everyone busy during this time of the year.

The guys were finishing up planting the soybeans last week, and of course, Rowan had to help.

Helping Grandpa fix a flat tire in a bean field.

On Saturday, the guys decided to run some test cuts to see how close the wheat was to being ready.  The wheat has to fall within a certain moisture percentage before it can be cut.

You can bet Rowan was out in the field helping with the test cuts.

Checking the combine after a test cut.

Rowan was also the one given the honor of handing over a sample to get tested at the elevator.

He walked from the truck holding the sample in a cup with both hands to make sure it was safely delivered.

Carefully handing over his sample to get tested.

The tests showed that the wheat was still just a little too wet to cut.

Little boy was devastated.

He wanted the combines to roll on Saturday!

But he had to exercise patience.

On Sunday we took the day off…

But on Monday, shortly after lunch, Rowan was told that it was “go time”.

And he was ready!

Harvest Time, Harvest Time!

Fire up the combines, boys!

It’s time to harvest the wheat in central Kansas!

Helping Uncle Adam cut the wheat.

I think if you let that little boy choose between sleeping or cutting wheat, he’d choose cutting wheat.
It’s a sure thing!

There’s another sure thing this year, too.

There’s another little boy who will be experiencing his first wheat harvest with us this year…

Eli–Rowan’s little brother

…And I think he likes wheat, too!

Spilling the Beans

I ran out of gas the other day.

Again.

Out of gas…

You would’ve thought I had learned my lesson.

In reality I did learn my lesson… the first time.

I was newly married.

Adam was out of town.

It was cold and I had to get to Wichita for a conference.

I wasn’t wearing a jacket.

I might’ve cried…

And I had to call my father-in-law to rescue me on the side of the road.

Ten minutes later, I was rescued.

Adam got a tearful phone call.

I got “looks” when I walked into the conference late.

I learned to always bring a jacket….

AND to never let the ‘Fuel Level Low’ message make an appearance again.

Ever.

The kiss of death when living in the country.

So, this time I knew I needed to get gas.

I had told myself while driving home from Bible study the night before, “Self, you need to fill up before you leave for school in the morning or something horribly wrong will happen.”

Something horribly wrong happened…

But I forgot and ended up alongside the road until a nice man (stranger) offered to give me a ride to my house.

I took him up on the offer.

What can I say, I was wearing heels!  Besides, I had Adam on the phone…and I was totally willing to jump out of the vehicle if he missed the turnoff for our house.

I can see my trees on the horizon…so close, yet so far away for a girl in heels.

Anyway, back to the point.

It’s not like this was the first major thing I have forgotten lately.

I recently made a trip to town for the sole purpose of getting a giant jar of peanut butter.

I was almost out.

And considering the fact that I’m eating peanut butter & jelly sandwiches like a rabid, peanut butter & jelly crazed banshee these days, I thought it would be smart to get another jar.

I NEEDED to get another jar.

It was VERY necessary to get the jar.

But when I returned home from town and unpacked all of the bags of food, I discovered the one important item that I needed was nowhere in sight.

Because I had forgotten to buy my giant jar of peanut butter.

I almost had a breakdown.

I might’ve cried.

Speaking of crying…

With all the peanut butter & jelly I’ve been NEEDING to eat, I have given in to purchasing stretchy-waisted pants.

I’ve realized I can’t suck my gut in any longer!

Oh, the humanity!

Never in a million years did I ever think I’d ever have to wear stretchy-waisted pants.

I mean, I’m walking the mutts everyday.

I’ve increased my fruit and vegetable and calcium intake.

I just CAN’T drink anything other than water because it tastes gross…

BUT I still have to wear stretchy-waisted pants!!

Stretchy-waisted pants mess with your mind, man!

I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I know that lack of sleep is linked to people having to wear stretchy-waisted pants.

But I’ve been getting a lot of sleep.  Forensics season is over and I still catch myself dozing off on the couch, nodding off during Bible study, curling up on the floor in the living room, and going to bed at ridiculously early hours.

I’ve been sleeping really, really well–except for the 3am urges to wake up and go to the bathroom.

Come to think of it, I have to go to the bathroom a lot these days.

Maybe it’s all the water I’m drinking.

Weird.

I mean, come on!

It’s like another life form is taking over my body!!

Adam thinks so, too.

Turkey Trot

I’m going to take a wild guess and say it must be the height of turkey breeding season here in Kansas.

I’ve been hearing turkey gobbles every evening when I take the mutts out to walk.

I’ve seen our flock of wild turkeys hanging out all over our pastures.

I’ve seen some pretty big Toms strutting their stuff for the ladies, too.

We’ve had some rain which was apparently enough to entice a wild Tom into our yard Sunday morning.

That is one big bird in my backyard!

I was in the kitchen getting ready to make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich for breakfast when I noticed a rather large bird in our backyard.

A turkey on a trot

I yelled to Adam and he immediately ran for his gun.

While Adam was scrambling I just watched this crazy bird trot around like he owned the place.

Adam, get your gun!

I immediately wondered where our watchdogs were.  They normally cause a commotion when an event like this happens.  Actually, they usually cause so much of a commotion it prevents an event like this from happening.

So since the mutts were nowhere in sight, Mr. Tom decided the yard was his domain.

My name is Tom and I own this joint

Instead of bursting out the door guns a’blazing, Adam decided to practice his turkey call.

Mr. Tom stopped dead in his tracks trying to figure out who was calling him for a love connection.

Say what?

Then Mr. Tom must’ve misinterpreted Adam’s call, because he took off behind the barn and disappeared into the great unknown…

Until this morning!!

Mr. Tom was back in the yard.  And this time he brought a friend.

Mr. Tom and his friend

While I was getting ready for school Adam yelled to me about turkeys multiplying.

I thought he was hallucinating (mostly because he is officially an old man today) but when I looked out the kitchen windows there were TWO turkeys in my backyard.

TWO turkeys in my backyard!

Again, Mr. Tom and his buddy were walking around like they owned the place.

Again, no mutts were in sight.

So this time I decided to go outside and get some pictures instead of shooting through a window until they trotted off into the great unknown.

If Mr. Tom is in my yard again I think I'll walk up to him and grab him by the neck!

I’m really amazed at how crazy these birds are.

Do they not realize people are licensed to hunt them right now?!?

Do they not realize that my husband is now contemplating a stakeout to ambush them for his birthday treat?!?

The crazy things I see through my kitchen windows!

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