Over the last year, I have come to understand what it really means to have my hands full. Strangers in the grocery store take one look at my cart - full of a 3 year-old and twin babies - and say, "Oh my. You have your hands full!" Even my daughter frequently says "Mama, you have full hands!" Generally, that means I have a baby in each arm and am trying to do something else at the same time.
I'm sure you can imagine that the last year has brought a few new challenges to farming as well. When we had Fallon, I put her in a carrier and kept right on building fence. Let's just say it hasn't been that easy with the boys. I get one in both arms, then am pretty much hamstrung. Hmm, can I trim that sheep's hooves using my feet? Can I carry both boys in one arm while carrying a bale of alfalfa in the other? Most of the time big projects have to wait until Kreg gets home, or if I'm really lucky, when all three kiddos are sleeping.
But none of this is meant as a complaint! Full hands, full heart. Moments of frustration, yes. But we are so thankful for full hands. Not very many get the experience of farming with your hands full! In the meantime, please be patient if I get the eggs to the stand a few minutes late. Sometimes, my hands are full!