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My Cup Runneth Over

I didn't drink any green beer on St. Patrick's Day. I didn't go to a bar but I did spend time with a wee little guy, however, this post is about what I did with the kids today.

Eight years ago, the day after a rare March snowstorm, I cranked out my second baby before noon and barely broke a sweat. Since we held his party on the night before St. Patrick's Day this year, Justin had a free agenda for his Saturday birthday.

The day started and nearly ended with a marathon Monopoly game, in which no matter how much I tried to bankrupt myself by buying more houses for Pennsylvania Avenue, I kept afloat. Once Justin lost everything on my green properties and Ryan amassed a $32+ million fortune, we finally ended the game.

Then, since six hours of Monopoly wasn't enough to break me, I took all three kids shoe and athletic cup shopping. At one point, when Ryan was in the sporting goods store dressing room trying on underwear--actually a padded short thing for baseball--the door popped open for me to check out the fit and Morgan ran in,  grabbed the removable cup and had it pressed up against her knee before I could stop her.

While I whispered to Morgan, that is for the pee-pee, Ryan was supposed to be taking the thing off and putting the cup back in for purchase. When the door popped open again, I saw he had the cup in sideways, giving a very interesting silhouette to these size M youth pants.

Once we were back home and dinner was over, it was back outside for these farm kids for their daily three-person farm yard kickball game. In case you want to play at home, remember, the gravity wagons are a home run.

While I didn't imbibe on this popular drinking day, in so many, many ways my cup runneth over.


  1. Just so I can be prepared with my two boys, are athletic cups like new shoes? Do they want to wear them home instead of putting them back in the box?

  2. HA! We ended up buying two versions to hurry up and get out of there. The checkout woman didn't bat an eye when I asked if I could return one.

  3. Okay . . . since this blog is for non-farm people . . . what is a gravity wagon? and why would I need one?

  4. Thanks for asking about the gravity wagons! I meant to include a link to some farm terms but I forgot. There are two in the background side by side (green and orange). Gravity wagons are used for hauling grain. They are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom to allow the grain to flow easily out the side hatch--with the help of gravity.


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