On the plus side, it is something 1-2 of the kids can help him with ("help" meaning: they sit in the cab with him and talk his ear off) and that means I have 1-2 kids less at home to tend to. So I will focus on that!
Two days ago, Farmer Boy went out with Farmer for 2 hours.
He was being such a stinker that the sight below was a welcome one:
After getting laundry folded (with no helpers to tear down my piles), the bathroom cleaned, supper started, and who knows what else finished (2 hours became such a blur... I was in machine mode), I drove to the back fields, where Farmer and Farmer Boy were, to trade children.
Farmer took Brave Boy and Bruiser and gave me back Farmer Boy... but oh the screams and tantrum from Baby Girl. That girl loves her Papa and tractors too, so I threw her upto Farmer for a quick spin...
Instant quiet (don't you love how toddlers do that when they get their way?).
She was none to happy about coming back with me though. Can you tell?
Soon she calmed down when we noticed a long line of cows walking toward THE OPEN GATE . Of course. The jostle of the van bouncing along the lane in an effort to beat the cows to the evil gate might have had something to do with that.
1 hour later, I drove back to get the 2 boys and bring supper to Farmer. He had hours of mowing left.
Farmer loves to mow though... and rake. Baling is probably his least favorite during hay season (you have to go drive a lot slower). I think it has something to do with his first memory... Laying down in the cab of the tractor and taking a nap while his Dad mowed. I have to admit that it is really sweet our boys will have the same memory.
A summer day in the life of a farm family...