UPDATE: One of the advantages and beauties of homeschooling is that on this first day of school, Bailey started school at 7:30am and is now done with all six subjects, its 8:55am. Bo started at about 7:45am and will be done in about 30 minutes. This is not the norm, but not bad for the first day!
How cool is that?!
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It's the first day of school at The Broken Y! Can I hear a yippee, whoraw, whooowhooo, yeehaw? Well, not from the older kids. At 9th and 6th grade, the whole thrill of the first day of school has warn off and now they just get to it. One jumps right in, the other drags feet a little.
But the K's . . . well, they are very excited. I took them for kindergarten assessments and must say that I was a little worried. With the first child, you sit and read to them, you are all about teaching them everything you possibly can. Then the second child comes and you read a little bit to them because you are chasing #1 around and you have more laundry and more toys. When three and four come, especially at the same time, it becomes survival mode. Sleep is essential but lacking, grocery shopping is now an all-day event and the laundry . . . on my. Two little boys can create alot of dirty clothes! And what about learning to tie their shoes . . . well, boots suddenly go with not only jeans but shorts and sweatpants!
Fortunately, the heavens shown down on us last Friday and the boys, well frankly, are normal. Thank you, Lord. I was beginning to wonder if their little bodies created their own caffiene! They are on the go from sun up to sun down. And they are ALL boy. I was very proud of them. They didn't say things like, "butt crack" or "bootie butthead", or "You want a piece of me?"
So . . .we might do the Pre-School program in Udall but until then, I'm tackling the project.
Say a prayer for me . . . and them!
Blessings~
P.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
SKIVVIES
Living out in the country has plenty of advantages. One is that we don't have to follow the "social" norm of always wearing clothing. Yep, we can run around buck naked if we want and who is really going to see us or say a thing about us? I've been known to feed the horses in my jammies, water steers in my jammies, and run out to the clothes line in my "unmentionables" to get some clothes!
It is no suprise that my boys, all three of them, prefer to run around in their skivvies. They ride their bikes in their skivvies, play in their sandbox in their skivvies, they even . . .
. . . in their skivvies.
Then I found them . . .
. . . in their skivvies.
This picture just cracks me up because Bo finally realizes that he's half naked and I'm taking pictures that are sure to be posted! hehe! I shall use this photo to my advantage at a later date! heha
I get tickled every time I look at these silly boys in their skivvies! Life is good half naked!
Blessings~
P.
It is no suprise that my boys, all three of them, prefer to run around in their skivvies. They ride their bikes in their skivvies, play in their sandbox in their skivvies, they even . . .
. . . in their skivvies.
Then I found them . . .
. . . in their skivvies.
This picture just cracks me up because Bo finally realizes that he's half naked and I'm taking pictures that are sure to be posted! hehe! I shall use this photo to my advantage at a later date! heha
I get tickled every time I look at these silly boys in their skivvies! Life is good half naked!
Blessings~
P.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Show Me the Money!!!
Well . . . Dad and Bailey didn't do as well as they hoped at the Mulvane Old Settler's Rodeo. Enough said about that! However, the boys - Bo, Klay and Kash all did pretty well in the boot scramble and calf scramble.
First, I didn't think my kids were doing this and I'm visiting with my gal-pal, Kristy, and I get a call, do you see the boys out there? Only about 100 little kids in the arena. They had to take one shoe off and put it in the middle of the arena. Race down, find their boot and then race back. The winner gets CASH!! I'm looking but . . .
Well . . . I couldn't find them, then I found them, then I lost them again!
But, they made their way back to the start and guess what? Every kid got a $5 dollar bill! How cool was that! So the K's snagged $10 a piece for the weekend!
I wouldn't have found them if they didn't have their Wichita Storm hats on!
In the calf scramble, there is a flag taped to the back of the calf, you have to pull the flag and race back. The first night, Bo wasn't able to get a flag but he went into the second night with some strategy.
He tackled the calf! Got his flag and raced back to finish 3rd. I think he took home $10 bucks also. He just about didn't make it back, earlier in the day, our mean steer, Demon, kicked him right in the shin. He wasn't moving too good, but he wanted the money!
This Monday morning in Kansas, we have thunderstorms and about 68 degrees. The house is open, it feels like fall and all I want to do is bake! But I'm not going to! The scales are begging me not to! hehe
Have a great day!
Blessings~
P.
First, I didn't think my kids were doing this and I'm visiting with my gal-pal, Kristy, and I get a call, do you see the boys out there? Only about 100 little kids in the arena. They had to take one shoe off and put it in the middle of the arena. Race down, find their boot and then race back. The winner gets CASH!! I'm looking but . . .
Well . . . I couldn't find them, then I found them, then I lost them again!
But, they made their way back to the start and guess what? Every kid got a $5 dollar bill! How cool was that! So the K's snagged $10 a piece for the weekend!
I wouldn't have found them if they didn't have their Wichita Storm hats on!In the calf scramble, there is a flag taped to the back of the calf, you have to pull the flag and race back. The first night, Bo wasn't able to get a flag but he went into the second night with some strategy.
He tackled the calf! Got his flag and raced back to finish 3rd. I think he took home $10 bucks also. He just about didn't make it back, earlier in the day, our mean steer, Demon, kicked him right in the shin. He wasn't moving too good, but he wanted the money!This Monday morning in Kansas, we have thunderstorms and about 68 degrees. The house is open, it feels like fall and all I want to do is bake! But I'm not going to! The scales are begging me not to! hehe
Have a great day!
Blessings~
P.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
This Isn't Happening To Me!
"This isn't happening to me!" Have you ever said that? Well . . . I've said it several times. Particularly in those slow-motion moments as I found myself being bucked off my horse, or maybe when I had an unfortunate encounter with a law enforcement officer for my lead foot.
Bailey experienced her first "This isn't happening to me" moment last night at the barrel race. She's not a scared-e-cat. She rides the horses I prefer not to. She's tough and becoming quite a horse-woman.
When you run "exhibitions" at an open jackpot - you are doing just that, paying to have a little exhibition time on your horse in another arena. That being said, the ground isn't worked every fifth barrel racer and can get pretty deep.
Bailey was working Mighty, putting together a nice and easy run - he came out of the first barrel ready to go, she held him up a little and he began his turn into number two. Went to plant his feet in his normal position and the ground was extremely deep. He couldn't get his front feet up underneath him and I watched in slow motion, my daughter and her horse go down on their side. I watch in slow-motion, the horse get up, take a step with my daughters foot still in the stirrup, and then watched in slow motion as she kicked her foot free and sat up.
I began to run in what seemed like "slooowwwww-mooooottiiiooon" into the arena to get my daughter as Mighty ran at a very past pace past me. Got to her, she was okay, kink in her neck and a soar shoulder, couple scrapes but she was all in one piece.
We got Mighty caught, she jumped in the horse trailer to unload her jeans of about 3 lbs of arena dirt and then . . . got right back on. Made a near perfect, easy run on Mighty, then turned around and got on Socks and won second in the 4D.
On the drive home, I asked her, "Bailey, what were you thinking as you rounded the barrel and found yourself going down?" "Mom," she said, "I thought, 'This isn't happending to me!"
It's all in what you do with "This isn't happening to me" that matters.
Blessings~
P.
Bailey has been working really hard with Mighty. He's one of these diamond-in-the-rough horses that we aren't about to get rid of because when he turns on the speed, he's not going to get caught by many.
Bailey experienced her first "This isn't happening to me" moment last night at the barrel race. She's not a scared-e-cat. She rides the horses I prefer not to. She's tough and becoming quite a horse-woman.
When you run "exhibitions" at an open jackpot - you are doing just that, paying to have a little exhibition time on your horse in another arena. That being said, the ground isn't worked every fifth barrel racer and can get pretty deep.
Bailey was working Mighty, putting together a nice and easy run - he came out of the first barrel ready to go, she held him up a little and he began his turn into number two. Went to plant his feet in his normal position and the ground was extremely deep. He couldn't get his front feet up underneath him and I watched in slow motion, my daughter and her horse go down on their side. I watch in slow-motion, the horse get up, take a step with my daughters foot still in the stirrup, and then watched in slow motion as she kicked her foot free and sat up.
I began to run in what seemed like "slooowwwww-mooooottiiiooon" into the arena to get my daughter as Mighty ran at a very past pace past me. Got to her, she was okay, kink in her neck and a soar shoulder, couple scrapes but she was all in one piece.
We got Mighty caught, she jumped in the horse trailer to unload her jeans of about 3 lbs of arena dirt and then . . . got right back on. Made a near perfect, easy run on Mighty, then turned around and got on Socks and won second in the 4D.
On the drive home, I asked her, "Bailey, what were you thinking as you rounded the barrel and found yourself going down?" "Mom," she said, "I thought, 'This isn't happending to me!"
It's all in what you do with "This isn't happening to me" that matters.
Blessings~
P.
Bailey has been working really hard with Mighty. He's one of these diamond-in-the-rough horses that we aren't about to get rid of because when he turns on the speed, he's not going to get caught by many.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Late Night Roping
Saturday night found the Yaussi's at the 42nd Annual Clearwater Saddle Club Rodeo. This is kinda a big deal for this town SW of Wichita.
Rick drew up in slack so that meant roping real late, in the dark. Also meant that the K's were tuckered and couldn't fight sleep one more minute!
I spent the evening yacking up a storm with my gal-pal, Kristy. She broke her leg about 9 weeks ago playing "kick ball", yes, "kick ball!" She's been off her horses and going crazy. She's one of the best barrel racers and horse trainers in the state. She's been working with Bailey and Mighty and making significant progress! I remmeber watching her years ago and wishing I could know her and ride like her. Look now . . . she's my neighbor and married to one of my husband's best friends!
Here she is giving Klay Don a ride!
This is Monte! He's toodling around with Kash Richard. Monte and Rick rodeo'd years ago when Bailey was just a baby. This is one of those amazing things God does - we had no idea that Monte and Kristy lived just two miles away from us. He knew where He was planting us and has a great plan!
Bo rode the "Black Turd" around all night. This horse will hunch up and buck ya off but he's one of the best ropin' horses on the place.
Bailey got to run "Big" in the exhibitions because she was a "local cowgirl". Rodeo fans like seeing locals. She did pretty good on him, this only being his 2nd time to run. She ended up runnin' in Monte's cowboy hat because she had Dad's on but when she was warming up, the wind blew it off her head and right into a field of tall grass. It was dark and no finding it that fast. We did eventually find the cowboy hat, thank goodness.
That concludes our rodeo adventure. Stay tuned, "Old Settler's Rodeo" in Mulvane is this weekend. Bailey is running and Rick is roping.
Nothin' like the sights, sounds, and smell of rodeo!
Blessings~
P.
Rick drew up in slack so that meant roping real late, in the dark. Also meant that the K's were tuckered and couldn't fight sleep one more minute!
I spent the evening yacking up a storm with my gal-pal, Kristy. She broke her leg about 9 weeks ago playing "kick ball", yes, "kick ball!" She's been off her horses and going crazy. She's one of the best barrel racers and horse trainers in the state. She's been working with Bailey and Mighty and making significant progress! I remmeber watching her years ago and wishing I could know her and ride like her. Look now . . . she's my neighbor and married to one of my husband's best friends!
Here she is giving Klay Don a ride!
This is Monte! He's toodling around with Kash Richard. Monte and Rick rodeo'd years ago when Bailey was just a baby. This is one of those amazing things God does - we had no idea that Monte and Kristy lived just two miles away from us. He knew where He was planting us and has a great plan!
Bo rode the "Black Turd" around all night. This horse will hunch up and buck ya off but he's one of the best ropin' horses on the place.
Bailey got to run "Big" in the exhibitions because she was a "local cowgirl". Rodeo fans like seeing locals. She did pretty good on him, this only being his 2nd time to run. She ended up runnin' in Monte's cowboy hat because she had Dad's on but when she was warming up, the wind blew it off her head and right into a field of tall grass. It was dark and no finding it that fast. We did eventually find the cowboy hat, thank goodness.
That concludes our rodeo adventure. Stay tuned, "Old Settler's Rodeo" in Mulvane is this weekend. Bailey is running and Rick is roping.
Nothin' like the sights, sounds, and smell of rodeo!
Blessings~
P.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Cloudy Outside but Nice and Bright Insided!
I'm hearing the distant rumble of thunder and it's cool outside. Rain is on the way and covering a good portion of the Sunflower State. Everyone with exception to the K's are still asleep so I've got blogging time!
We've been at our place now, going on 4 years. Would you believe that I am finally geting things painted and just the way I want them.
The K's have been asking for about a year now for their room to get painted. So, one of my projects while the big kids were playing in Texas was the K's room.
Here it is when we just moved in. Stark white walls, no beds, that's about it.
Now that they are big goys, they've got race car beds, baseball gloves, and ropes! What more could any boy want!
Whenever there is a surprise or something new and great, they sing "Happy Birthday FOR You!" They don't know the real Happy Birthay because I think their version is so cute. So . . . all day yesterday, they sang their song and played in their painted room!
Simple little pleasures!
Blessings~
P.
We've been at our place now, going on 4 years. Would you believe that I am finally geting things painted and just the way I want them.
The K's have been asking for about a year now for their room to get painted. So, one of my projects while the big kids were playing in Texas was the K's room.
Here it is when we just moved in. Stark white walls, no beds, that's about it.
Now that they are big goys, they've got race car beds, baseball gloves, and ropes! What more could any boy want!
Whenever there is a surprise or something new and great, they sing "Happy Birthday FOR You!" They don't know the real Happy Birthay because I think their version is so cute. So . . . all day yesterday, they sang their song and played in their painted room!
Simple little pleasures!
Blessings~
P.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Horse Apples, Horse Flies, and Horse Play
I know . . . why in the world would I put poop on my blog . . . well . . . it's a constant around here . . . poop and horseflies!
And Horseplay . . .
BFF's
Working hard
My crazy boy
My lover boy
Rowdy the Rodeo Dog
Pink Camo among all this testosterone!
They've kicked the boots off and are in the steer pen in sock-feet! I'm just gonna throw those away!
Ready for action
"Demon" the steer meaner then satan
Sister love
The mustache that was salvaged from the beard grown in Texas
Bailey and her BFF - Jader Tader - and the infamous Dr. Pepper shirt!
A day in the life of the Broken Y!
Blessings Ya'll~
P.
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