Princess Farm Girl

It is no secret that Sarah proclaims herself to be a "princess farm girl".  For as often as she dances around the house, plays Barbies, wears her ballerina and princess attire and requests fancy up-do's for her hair that will be sure to fit around her princess crowns, she allots equal time to giddy-up on her stick horse, wrangle the cows in the farm set, put on her "work" clothes to "chore" and ask for a hair style that will fit under her cowgirl hat.  (Word to the wise, ALWAYS refer to it as her cowgirl hat, or you, too, shall suffer the consequences that results from referring to her hat as a cowboy hat.... I learned it the exhausting way of having...er, getting.... to listen to her very informative lecture on the differences between boys and girls and why a farmgirl must only have a cowgirl hat.  Not that there was any harm in being sat down for the informative session.  After all, we have essentially hibernated through what has become the coldest winter in record books; we have read all the books, played all the games, did all the odd-and-end chores around the house (right down to patching all the kids' holey knees in their jeans)... so what else did I really have to do in the fifteen minutes of her explanation?)

By the way, the reason why cowgirls should only wear cowgirl hats? I'm a-feared so much would be lost in my translation because only Sarah can explain in the true fashion that it should be explained, BUT I can tell you it involves cooties.

{End of rabbit trail.  As I was saying...}

Just to show how truly genuine Sarah is in her endeavor to grow up to be a princess farm girl, I've sneaked a couple of quick pictures of her "relaxing".  These are not staged.

First, get a sense of what she was wearing this day.  This was "wash your own dishes" day.  She loves to wash the dishes, which probably stems from the "farm girl" half of her career, as I do not know many princesses who wash dishes on a regular basis.

And yes, I do realize that the date is wrong.  I took the batteries out to recharge them and upon putting them back in, my camera had turned prophetic.  What's truly amazing is that it apparently went past midnight between this picture and the next one, so the same day was actually two days in one.  Not only prophetic, but sort of time traveler, too! 

A few hours later, still in her tutu, she's sitting on the couch reading a bull catalog.  By choice. This picture captures Sarah perfectly: tutu and cattle.  She "reads" Daddy's farm magazines on a regular basis.

And what exactly was she looking at?
I'm so glad you asked...

This.  This is a bull catalog of options of different bull genetics one can choose from when AI'ing cattle.

If you've got questions about what exactly it is I just said, just wait... that'll be a post all on it' own!

A couple of days later (and after I ceased the camera's prophetic abilities):

She's chillaxing (hee hee hee, I said chillaxing.  I'm cool now.) to a magazine all about haying and hay equipment, still wearing a frilly tutu.  

Although I turn our children's tales of their farming instinct and enjoyment into what I hope is a fun read, I really am quite proud that Caleb and Sarah's love for farming has continued the legacy of farming from both our families.  I grew up helping my dad on the farm when I could and Josh.... well, everyone knows Josh.  He eats, sleeps and breaths farm.  He probably bleeds silage.  Our kids have assumed the love for livestock and land, just as their mama and daddy have and we could not be happier.  I think deep down, every parent hopes that their children would happily choose follow in their footsteps.  We would never push our kids into farming if they don't want to, but it makes us smile to see that they have such a keen interest.  I greatly look forward to the future Josh and I have in raising two such wonderful little farm hands!