Not a whole lot going on around here today.
This is the first day in three weeks that we haven't had to leave the house, so I was hoping for a lot of sewing time, but of course life gets in the way.
I got Max down for his morning nap and sent the older boys outside so I could get started on backing my Across the Sea quilt and getting my swap packages finalized. A few minutes later I kept hearing a plane flying by and thought it sounded a little close. I went outside to look and saw this:
This is right outside our back door. I did not use my zoom to take this picture, he was just that close. We are getting cover crops air seeded onto the fields around our house and apparently today was the day.
It sounded like we were being dive-bombed for about 2 hours. Amazingly, it didn't seem to interrupt Max's nap.
This is right out our front door. Look how low he gets! All I could think of when I was out there was how freaked out I would be if I were in the combine and saw him coming at me! Well, that, and wondering if he could see the crazy lady in fuzzy pink socks standing on the sidewalk trying to hold a baby and take pictures of his plane...
Shortly after coming in the house, I heard my 2 year old knocking on the back door wanting in the house. I opened the door to see him standing there with half his face covered in blood. He wasn't crying or anything, so it took me a minute to figure out if he was actually hurt or had somehow gotten into some paint. I got him cleaned up and found a fairly small cut on his forehead, much smaller what I was expecting. He told me that Wyatt had thrown something at him, so I called Wyatt in and asked him about it.
What do you think he told me??
"I was just trying to teach him how to duck!"
Seriously, what do you say to that? Crazy kids.