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Do Mommy Pheasants have Daddies?

Posted in hunting, kids on January 20th, 2010 by stormy – Be the first to comment

2307289940_5c5a0eb90e Our 9 year old, Jacob, went hunting today with Frank. When he got back his 3 year old brother, Caleb, asked how it went.

After hearing the very funny story about how a hen flew out from underneath their feet, Caleb asked, "Daddy shoot it?"

"No, we don't shoot hens." replied Jacob.

"Why?" Caleb's favorite question.

Jacob was prepared, having asked the question himself earlier. "Because hens are mommys. And they lay eggs. And baby pheasants come out of the eggs and we have more pheasants next year. So we can't shoot the mommys."

"Mommys not have Daddys?" I assume Caleb was asking if mommy pheasants have spouses. I don't know but I do know that our household would not work very well if Mommy didn't have a Daddy!

Photo by HVargas.

Checking out the Shrimp Ceviche at New Year’s Eve Dinner

Posted in kids, New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve [1] on December 31st, 2009 by stormy – Be the first to comment

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When do kids understand hunting?

Posted in hunting, kids on December 23rd, 2009 by stormy – Be the first to comment

Menthedogs A friend is wondering how to teach her kids about the connection between meat and animals, which made me wonder when kids really understand that meat comes from animals.

Certainly my 3 year old knows there's a connection between animals and the meat we eat. And he knows that Daddy goes hunting and fishing and we eat what he gets.

But yet he still thinks that Daddy shot the plastic geese decoys in the garage!

Photo by me'nthedogs.

Who’s taking care of the baby? – Superdad!

Posted in kids on July 7th, 2008 by stormy – Be the first to comment

I’m in Istanbul (for work) right now. One of the things that always amazes me is the number of people that ask "who’s taking care of the baby?" Frank, of course!

Taking care of two kids and working full time is tough but Frank does a great job. The kids get to eat a few more hot dogs than when I’m home. (Not because I cook them any thing else but because I don’t like hot dogs so Frank doesn’t cook them when I’m home.) They have to get up earlier in the morning and the youngest spends an hour or two more in day care than normal. But all in all I think Frank does an excellent job and they enjoy their guy time.

So now why doesn’t anybody ask, when Frank is hunting, "who’s cooking??"

Fishing in South Dakota

Posted in fishing, kids on July 5th, 2008 by stormy – Be the first to comment

We just got back from a week in South Dakota. It was a very busy week of relaxing. We got to go fishing just about every day.

One of my favorite places to fish is by the dam in Flandreau, South Dakota. It’s beautiful. You can sit in the shade, enjoy the breeze, watch giant carp jump in the middle of the river – or watch them try not to fall over the dam.

One kiddo got to see lots of  fish, "FISH! NEMO!" and the other one caught a couple.

I chatted with my 91 year old grandmother – who is still upset we were throwing the fish back in the water!

And no one got too wet – although we did get a frantic wave and holler from a guy across the river when our 7 year old decided to see if he could actually catch a fish falling over the dam.

It was a good time. (Although I am looking forward to the days when I can go back to reading my book and Frank can enjoy just fishing. I am now a pro at untangling fishing line.)

You know you are a hunter when …

Posted in hunting, kids on November 2nd, 2007 by stormy – Be the first to comment

You know you are a hunter (or you know your significant other is a hunter) when you can plan multiple hunting trips in a row, cook group meals, apply for hunting licenses, pack, prepare, etc and yet you bring the kids home from school without their shoes or coats …

… and the kids ask "what did you get?"

Hunting in Wyoming from the non-hunter viewpoint

Posted in hunting, kids on October 24th, 2007 by stormy – Be the first to comment

We took the kids hunting in Wyoming and we had a good time.  It a was a much anticipated trip with our 7 year old repeatedly saying "I have to keep my grades up so I can go hunting!"  (He’s in first grade – I’m not sure they even get grades yet!)  We got off to a late start so we ended up feeding the kids Arby’s in the truck on the way up (instead of hamburgers and hotdogs around a campfire.)  Our 14 month old insists on eating when he’s hungry which is pretty much all the time.  In retrospect, I should have stayed home Friday night with the little one, gotten him a good night’s sleep in his own crib and then joined Frank and Jacob after their morning hunt … next time.

My main job seemed to be changing diapers and making sure the kids had enough clothes and food as well as being a general pack mule for our 25 pound "little" one!  But it was worth it.  We camped right along the Platte River with a gorgeous view of the river, trees and rolling hills.  Although it was a bit chilly the sun was shining and the antelope were out in mass.  (Just not the ones that Frank was supposed to shoot!) 

The main challenge with camping with the baby has been sleeping.  This trip was no exception.  We ended up with him sleeping between the two of us – an interesting experience as he thinks mom and dad make good pillows but they should not move.  (Our seven year old actually slept in the truck and I think he had the best bed of all!)  The second night it was so cold, windy and rainy that Frank actually drove our truck and camper into the quonset hut.  That was fun!  It was kind of like camping in a big warehouse.

I got in a couple of nice hikes along the river, sat and enjoyed the view and read a few pages of my book.  Frank and Jacob did a lot of scouting around and Caleb played with rocks.  A good time by all!  Probably to be repeated next year!

First food

Posted in kids on February 20th, 2007 by stormy – Be the first to comment

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Our almost six month old had his first real food last night.  Although it doesn’t look like it, he really enjoyed it.  He just takes food very seriously, kind of like his dad! 

Frank is thinking about making him some baby food which reminded me of one of my mom’s favorite baby food stories.  I guess I loved liver as a baby (I know, I’m weird) so when my little sister was born Mom made a huge batch of liver baby food … my sister took one bite and spit it up.  After that Mom never made us eat anything we didn’t like.  She figured if we knew we definitely didn’t like it at that young age, we weren’t making it up.