About a week after we moved to Tennessee Joe and I took Gabe and Isaac with us to get accounts set up at the bank. It was hard for Isaac to be good inside so as soon as I was all done signing papers I slipped out to the car with the boys. As I was buckling Isaac in he said to me, “Mom, why was that lady speaking Cowboy Spanish?” I was laughing so hard and I couldn’t figure out how to explain to my son that it was just a southern accent, mixed with banking terms unknown to a four year old. We pass this sign on the way to town everyday and it reminds me of the “Cowboy Spanish.”
Christopher came home from school and I asked him to get out his agenda so I could sign it. He said, “No mom, it’s my ‘ajinda’.” I looked at him and said, “excuse me?” He just shrugged his shoulders and said, “That’s what my teacher says!”
We finally have a backyard and a cool tree! Joe built the ladder and though our neighbor called it innovative I just call it rustic….not usually the adjective you want to hear when speaking of ladders…
We love to sit on the front porch and watch the neighbors (they are building a new house and sometimes they bring out a backhoe), or the garbage truck, or a riding lawnmower. Isaac and Gabe like to sit under the chairs, I think it is cooler there. Yes, you’re right, camp chairs aren’t ever classy, not even in Tennessee!
The highlight of the year here is the soybean festival. Free BBQ, Free bluegrass, fried pies…what more could you ask for!
Isaac is worried about the height… you will notice that I’m not on that thing.
When there is nothing else to do we just relax…and sleep in the nice cozy toy box.
