Cubbie is transforming, Market went well, How we love our kids and grandkids.

I think you might have wondered why over the course of the last couple months you have not heard any tales or naughty deeds of the Cubbie Bear.  Well as with alot of 2 and 1/2ish years old she is transforming somewhat like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly.  She has always been a bright little penny, just way to curious for her own good or our patience sometimes. Well her little brain is working, as it always has, and decided that language is good, obeying the rules to the edge, not over the edge, keeps you in a good light with adults, still very bright for her age.  She is much more rounded than Boy, she is more her own person and brave.  She is younger but no doubt will run his life for years to come, already does in many way.  She is maturing at a rapid pace.  She speaks if distinct sentences, but then as I can't and never could abide baby talk, my children always spoke and were spoken to on an honest level.  She uses "my" and not  "me" in her vocabulary, which I personally think is an advancement that some children don't make easy or early very often.  I spent all last spring trying to get the 4 and 1/2 year old pseudo grand kid to use to no avail.  I do realize girls are verbal younger than boys but then again the 4 and 1/2 year is a girl.  Cubbie walked at nine months so has really always been early in her progress.  Just glad she is finally on to being the wonderful little girl she is becoming, she is still a bright penny and a doll to spend time with now.  Oh, I am not saying she still doesn't have her Cubbie Bear spirit in there it's just she has taken control of her spirit and is guiding it so as to not get in trouble, it will be out again and regularly I am sure.

The Farmers Market went well, it was a little slow, the girls didn't do quite as well as the last couple weeks but still good. Yogie had a little girl come up that really wanted to buy a pie, but had no money.  The little girl came back a short while later with a Beanie Baby, she thought it was a true treasure and you could tell she cared for it.  She asked me if she could trade for the pie.  I told her that the pies were the girls and she could asked them.  Yogie was manning their both, they try to take turns but Booboo does alot more of the steady work, she asked Yogie the same questions.  Yogie gladly traded her and both were happy.  One of the other vendors shook their had at Yogie, I think maybe in a negative vein not sure.  I was of two minds, I was proud she made the trade, the little girls so wanted the pie.  I also knew she cherished the bear, so thought maybe it was a high price to pay, but then again their is pride in making your own way and she got to experience that as well. I think in the end Yogie was paid more than fairly for the pie, as the value the little girl had in the bear was more than the eight dollars.  I am raising a wonderful girl.   She walked early as well. 

My pride in my daughter and granddaughter, leads me to contemplate the relationships we have with our progeny.  I am a unique person in my up bringing, as we all are, when it comes down to the brass tax.  I am from the current developing baby boomer generation, though we are now on the over 50 sides of our lives.  I have read all the rhetoric about how we gave all to our children and made them the generation of not knowing about consequences and never knowing what no means, and many other opinions philosophers come up with.  I, my self, am like any other parent in the eons of time, just doing the best I can and love my children and grandchildren.  I do find it fun to read facebook or watch my friends approaches to the same task.

I am, and have always been, down to earth and a realist,  I don't sugar coat things and can be bluntly honest to a fault.  I try to not gossip but as, all sin, do and have, a lesson hard won in my life but am better with age. I try to see my children as who they are and not what I want them to be or with rose colored glasses on.  I do find by reading FaceBook, that all my friends love their children and grandchildren, they post stories, pictures and let us see a slice of their lives, an honor and surely a sidebar to the original purpose of Facebook.  I find Facebook alot like going to a public place and watching people interact with their families. There are the over protectors that kids have never done any thing wrong in their lives, they never have and never will, oh momma take off your glasses.
There are the in your face parents, that kids are outrageous and they defend their child's right to do anything they want and be damn the consequences, their child are their mirror image and haven't fallen far from the tree.  There are the one what kids breathed in and then breathed out, and every time they do they send out invitations to the event, I wonder why the child hasn't invented cold fusion yet.  I have heard them called helicopter parents, don't helicopters that hover to close to the ground crash?  I see the ones that are quiet and once in a while, with such bursting pride, they tell us something they can't keep in anymore, and then we wait again for another burst. I am not saying and don't think any of these approached are wrong.  They are all honest and unique, they are proof that God didn't make us from one cookie cutter, how sad would that be.  I am just saying that all of us have pride in our children. We love our lives, our loves, our children and now or in the future our grandkids.  So when you hear some one going on, and on, about theirs have some patience they love theirs the way you love yours and theirs are as special to them as yours are to you........ tomorrow.

Farmers Market day, Mokie fell, and we will go to the woods this afternoon. It Saturday!

This morning we will take our wares to the Farmers Market to sell.  The ladies had fun learning new things, we don't have to eat all of their baking as they perfect their art. That is a win win, no one can eat that much and now others, who don't bake, get to enjoy their results. They made pies, bread puddings, cinnamon rolls, foccocias and breads this week.  I will be taking my soap, laundry soap, liquid soap and the little dress deodorizers.  I hope we have lots of fun.  I will set near Belle today, the ladies will have Grandpa back in his spot this week. I think Poppie is going to send radishes from the garden with us as well. It will be be a nice warm morning so all should have a great time.

I want to get out of the house this afternoon and go to the woods. I am going to make a picnic and we will just get out and get away from it all. We haven't discussed where we will go but I am sure we can find an adventure if we try. Maybe we will look for mushrooms or wade in a creek, if we can find one that the water has receded in, we are still in an unusually high water season here is western Montana.

Boy and Cubbie came over frantic that "Momma was hurt" yesterday.  They took me to Mokie's house, as she had fallen, I was very worried when they came as she is now 4 months pregnant.  Poppie, Sister, the girls, Boy, Cubbie and I hurried over to see what had happened.  She had fallen and either broken or hyper-extended her elbow. I took her to the ER and they did ex-rays.  She did not break the elbow and most likely tore ligaments.  She will be in a sling for a little while to let it heal. I was so glad it was not anything that hurt her pregnancy. That was a unplanned break in our baking yesterday.

Belle brought her son over to have a swim, the girls had just gotten out when she called, but got back in when they arrived.  They didn't last long as their bodies had already been cold, and it was late in the evening, so they got cold. Belle's son was a die hard, but when he got out he was cold as well, but the fun of the water kept him in. The rivers are still to high to swim in, actually almost to high for anything. There have been alot of drownings this years, people can't wait for the water, that usually at this time of year we can use, and they take to many risk.  I am saddened by the losses.  A family member of one of our locals drowned this week. So sad.

Well off to pack up for the Market, Poppie has to pick radishes and there is coffee to make and enjoy. Have a great day.......... tomorrow.

Sister to have the hole in her heart fixed again. Praying it is soon and successfull this time.

Sister let my know that she had had her doctor appointment yesterday.  The results were as suspected, the hole in her heart has reopened and the doctor needs to refix it. He's soonest opening is the 15th of August but due to her extenuating circumstance, her concussion history and that she is continually passing out, if they have a cancellation she will get in sooner. So in essence she is on standby. In this day and age to be on standby is so odd, she is taking it in stride. I pray the time speeds by for her and  her surgery is totally successful this time. I know she was the most healthy, she had been in years or maybe actually in her life, when they had fixed the hole last time. The hole, as I understand it, was always there, it just became more apparent as she got older. Hoping this chapter of her health life is closed soon and she can get to be the best of herself soon.

I am so proud of my Ladies. They each took turns baking their farmer's market items yesterday. Yogie made the pies.  She mixed the dough, rolled it, I transferred to the pan, as it was very flaky.  She put in the filling we had made last summer and froze to use this summer. She marked the tops with her own artistic flair and crimped the edges. Booboo's turn came next she chopped the bread into 1/2 inch cubes put them in the pan, she had buttered,  added raisins to the one to be cinnamon raisin.  She melted the butter and brown sugar to bubbling and then added the goats milk and turned off the heat to cool. She beat the eggs, added the soda, and tempered the eggs with the milk, then added it to the milk.  The whole mixture covered the bread and were popped into the oven. Next each got to mix a cake or quick bread, Yogie made fresh apple cake batter, Booboo sliced the apples. Booboo mixed the batter for the pineapple pumpkin bread. Both were very proud of there accomplishments.  They are both becoming very good bakers. They know how to make sure the measurements are accurate. They flatting the cup and spoons properly. They take pride in the knowledge they have and are learning. Proud momma here.

Belle's son was to come and swim in the pool, as a reward for a good deed this week, but due to a thunderstorm will have to come a different day. We were weeding when the storm came in, but did get some of the weeding done. Poppie is so proud of this greenhouse and keeps it very weeded and tidy.  He buckled it all down when the storm arrived. After the storm passed the sun came out again in all it's glory, Belle's son could have come but she has been ill and had already taken her meds so couldn't bring him.  I hope she gets well soon. She has an illness that the hot summer aggravates.  I have added her to my prayers with Sister. Mokie and family were gone when it came time to milk so Poppie and the ladies did it themselves.  The girls each milked out a goat. Poppie can't actually milk as a child his thumbs were both broken, and no one had them fixed, so he can not actually bend the joints in his thumbs.  I think he could milk but he is sure he can't as he had tried to milk a cow, but that was as a child as well, so I think we could and would be good at it, but he won't even try.  I think he is afraid he would be good at it and have to milk more. The girls did a great job, Booboo helped finish Yogie's goat. They do alot of their best work team work style.  I do spend alot of time helping them to be a team on alot of their endeavors. There is nothing wrong with your sister being your best friend. I know mine is, and they are at this point, probably a life time relationship.

Coffee is brewing and the day is calling.............. tomorrow.