We are on the cusp of planting season, which means Brad has pallets of seed corn waiting to be planted in his building. This week the big kids discovered that this makes for a lot of fun. Brad must have suggested it since he remembers playing on piles of seed corn when he was a kid. I guess since we don’t have hay bales to jump on, we’ll jump on “seed bales.”
Brad took these pictures on the day the fun was discovered. After supper, they pleaded to go jump some more. Apparently seed bales makes for some fun posing too.
When we first moved I was highly annoyed when people suggested a positive of the farming lifestyle was that kids could go to work with their dad. Don’t ever say this to a mother with very little people unless you want her to think ‘You have NO clue!’ and glare at you. I know my baby and 2-year-old saw much less of their dad when we moved here. They didn’t want to be confined to a buddy seat and weren’t able to play safely in the shop while he worked.
Now with bigger kids, they can go hang out in the shop while Brad’s there, and that’s fabulous for all. Elliana especially likes the one on one time of riding along with Brad in whatever form of transformation. (Wyatt would still rather be somewhere playing whatever sport is currently consuming him.)
This weekend she was riding with him when he discovered a dead animal in a field. Later that day when she saw him taking the loader tractor to go move the animal, she told me she wanted to go with him. I told her it probably wouldn’t be safe, but she ran and told him that she wanted to go with him. He had no thought of it not being safe and told her to hop on!