These days...

These days, I'm living for the weekends. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving my job (and the $$ that comes along with it) but I'm missing my T.

When I was at home with T, I hardly ever knew what day it was (except for Sundays... there is just something about Sundays.) The days melded together and our rhythm was dictated by T's mood, the farm and chores that needed to be done.

These (week)days are dictated by the clock. Alarm goes off around 6am and I hit snooze a couple (ok, maybe more than that) times. Up and at it and out the door with T by 730. After dropping the little Miss at day care, I'm at work by 8am. Work, work, work til 4ish, pick up T and back to the farm by 5pm. Afternoon milking, dinner, bath (for T) and hopefully have her in bed by 830ish pm.

And then I crash.

And repeat.

Laundry piles up, the floors are dirty, there is dog hair EVERYWHERE.

And then Friday rolls around. There is a feeling of anticipation all day, knowing that freedom is only a few hours away. Friday evenings are my favourite now. Endless possibilities abound for the 48 hours of freedom that stretch before me. Freedom from the clock, routine and running around.

And if I'm being completely honest, I get most excited about being able to restore order in my house; folding laundry, vacuuming, grocery shopping, gardening. And just BEING with my little family. No where to be and nothing that has to be done except just soaking up what makes my world go round.

So these days are all about the weekends. However boring they may be, they are all mine.

Us.

Some proper introductions. This is us! (and in an attempt to maintain a teensy bit of privacy I will be using initials. Yet Im posting pics. So ya, I guess thats a bit hypocritical!) 

Anyhoooo….

I’m C. 26 year old (almost 27… 27 sounds way older than 26 in my opinion!) mama to 1 beautiful baby girl and wife to J. I grew up in a large city (one of the largest in Canada!) until I decided to attend University in a small town about 45 minutes away and study agriculture (weird choice, maybe. But the best one I have ever made). I rode horses growing up and LOVE animals and the country so I figured this was the best of both worlds (and as an added bonus, those agriculture students know how to have a good time). This is where I met J.

J had long since graduated from the same university but had come back to the local country bar for one fateful night of partying in the spring of 2008. We met, we talked, we danced, and shortly after that we started dating. Within a year we were engaged and on June 19, 2010, we were married on the farm!

       

(David Goodfellow Photography) 

J (along with his family) are dairy farmers and own a lovely farm about 2 hours from the big city where I grew up. We milk approximately 65 cows and have 200 head on the property. It was a bit of a culture shock but 4 years on, I can honestly say I absolutely love the country life. 

We were bit hard by the baby bug in early 2011 and were thrilled to learn we would be expecting a baby in early December, 2011. On November 30th, 2011, we welcomed our beautiful daughter, T. (More on her birth story later). She has exploded our hearts and made everything we had so much better. 

          

(Bronwyn Coombs Photography)

We also have two giant, hairy Alaskan Malamutes that are a huge part of our family. Yukon is a 4 year old black and white female and Kodiak is a 2 year old red and white male. Yukon is the sweetest mother bear of a dog and Kodiak is the goofiest animal I know. They complete us. (Even if it does mean I have to vacuum every. single. day.)