Small beginnings...

Well here goes, a new adventure.  I have been writing and back in the old days it was called journaling but I might as well put it here and share with the world, or a at least a portion of you nice, awesome folks.  I am a farmwife with great big intentions.  That might throw a few of you off because big intentioned people don't always make it far but those aims are also in the eye of the beholder.  Holding big intentions can be perfectionist and I think that's my husband.  I, however, am much more laid back in many respects.  I am also the mother of three and they are young, 1, 3, and 6.  I'm on my toes all day with the youngest, as he can climb onto the kitchen table much faster than any of the rest of us and yesterday I caught him on the table restacking my dishes for me after I had set the table waiting for hubby to come home.  Then, there's the other story about how I talked to the Schwan's man ( the ice cream guy) for two minutes and I found my said son hanging off, with two hands, the side of the stairway.  I guess, I probably shouldn't have shared that one.  He was fine, just dangling off the floor a foot and he wasn't really caught he was hanging on. (Those child gates work great except the 120 seconds when I forget to make certain it's in use.) Yikes, nonetheless. That is why my small beginnings are short...I can only be away from the little guy until I can't hear what he's doing in the living room with his big brother.  Then there's mischief. Silence may be golden but its a sign of trouble in my house.