Part of why I wanted to do this blog was to give you a personal, honest, no bones about it, look into our lives. I have given you the skinny on the Sherman side of things but have yet to introduce my loves. I think I have mentioned a couple of times that I am the mother of two kiddos and I have been married for 8 years to my high school sweetheart (just like a fairytale right? ) . For the sake of anonymity I am taking the advice of a friend and will refer to these guys without actually using their names but there will be plenty of pictures 🙂
Mr. Big (I was a huge Sex and the City fan!) and I have known each other our whole lives. He is a few years older and we hit it off in high school. He was a senior and I was freshman…long story short, he took me to my first party, got me lost on logging roads in the woods and never brought me home on time. After I graduated and went to college for one drunken year we moved in together, bought a house, ran off to Florida to get married, all in that order. He makes me laugh, makes me feel comfortable enough to laugh at myself, and most importantly, he likes my cooking. Mr. Big does not work on the farm, we would be a statistic in the national divorce rate if he did. He is in the excavation business and plows snow in the winter. My girlfriends and I refer to ourselves as “Plow Widows” during the winter months. I often sleep alone in the winter and wonder who the guy with the beard is that I just passed in the hallway. He is snoring next to me as I type after being out since 3am 🙂 I can honestly say that he is my best friend and he understands the passion I have for my family business.
My two girls, Miss D and Miss K, are 3 1/2 and 2 1/2. They are 14 months apart…I know, I know! Miss D is my little princess, I’m not sure where she came from! She is all girl, loves to wear dresses, likes to have her nails done and wants to be a cheerleader. She is smart, funny and wildly imaginative. Miss D can usually be found dancing, singing or stuffing her socks with the crust from her sandwich (she thought feeding her feet would make them grow) She asks questions constantly and you can tell that she is always thinking. She is the cerebral one while Miss K is the physical one.
Miss K is a firecracker! She has her daddy’s, sarcastic wit and is always up for a good time. She has my quick temper and knows exactly what she wants, how she wants it and won’t stop until she gets it. She will look you in the eye and do exactly what you just told her NOT to do. Miss K has a fire in her eyes that scares me sometimes. We joke that she is spawn of the devil!
For two years I felt like I was lost in a sea of poopy diapers, always on the verge of drowning in breast milk. A friend of mine told me once that having kids so close in age is like being pecked to death by a duck. I still don’t know exactly what that means but I know that the last couple of years haven’t been pretty! After finally admitting to Postpartum Depression and seeking the help of an acupuncturist for a drug free alternative, I was back on the road to being me. About a year ago when Miss K was 18 months I started to remember who I was. It was like I looked in the mirror and said “Oh hey you’re back!” I was getting sleep again, I could take them out alone, they could go play in their rooms by themselves. By the grace of God we made it through infancy and I am loving the stages of their little lives and watching my family develop before my eyes.
I am lucky enough to have my family so close and have them all play a part in the upbringing of my girls. Miss K and Miss D love being at the farm and thrive in the fresh air and family atmosphere we work so hard to provide them with. My goal is to one day be in the same place my mom is, working along side my children and Jeff’s children. I want the farm to be the place they call home for a very long time.