Lessons Learned in 2011
Last Christmas, Tiffani asked for chickens and dirt. After a warm discussion on the definition of nice, followed by leg wrestling and other games of high stamina and skill, Santa acquiesced.
This Christmas finds our family in a different house, in a new ward, with newfound friends, a more particular definition of nice, and a lifestyle surrounded by dirt and chickens. An acreage is actually a wonderful institution akin to a mental facility or a prison. Here are some of the lessons we learned this year:
Lesson 1: The more yard you have, the more work you have. We now know the meaning of “sweat of thy brow.” We are no strangers to taming weeds, chain-sawing mighty trees, and sore muscles.
We have also added to our skills. The boys took down a half mile of fence, constructed a new fence around the pasture, and learned how to irrigate with siphon tubes. The ladies familiarized themselves with chicken whispering, rooster costumes, goat roping, and narrowly escaping the dirtier jobs. Further lesson: life is not fair. Period.
Since our acreage is not large enough to be called a farm or ranch, we have labeled it our Acres of Fun. At times, the children appear fooled or at least mildly confused.
Lesson 2: A Mini Cooper is not to be confused with a Rig, as it does not pull stumps or haul hogs. Calling it a Rig in the presence of persons driving a Rig almost always meets with disapproval. Case in point, the first stump that Paul tried to pull out with the Cooper ended up besting the blue machine. Turns out that it has a pulling capacity of -3. It actually drives the stump deeper into the ground and digs holes in the lawn. The non-Rig is also a useless tool if you are hankering to load hay, drive across a pasture, or clear snow. A minivan, on the other hand, is adaptable for most of the above purposes. Not ideal, but adaptable with a little help from “How To” Google searches.
Lesson 3: When you move away from a neighborhood or city, you must drive more if you want to participate in activities. While the Cooper is not much for pulling stumps or hauling hogs, it gets good gas mileage. This came in handy with Paul fulfilling duties with the young men in the ward, Corbin’s cross country and tennis events, Olivia and Vivian going back and forth to dance class and recitals, and Porter playing soccer. The versatile van (miniRig) was useful for Tiffani’s daily trips to the gym and her Relief Society duties.
Lesson 4: Pigs are strong, messy creatures that have no business in a passenger vehicle. The cloven-hooved Red Berkshires arrived in May, courtesy of a local farmer. On the day in question, Corbin and Paul pulled up to the pig factory in the versatile minivan (purportedly Corbin’s idea). The confused dealer of hogs asked what the city boys were going to use to haul the pigs. Rubbermaid totes were produced from the rear of the van with a smile. A subsequent smile appeared on the farmer’s face, for a variety of other reasons. In response to the farmer’s smile, the lids for the totes and a disjointed explanation came forth, followed by the farmer’s raised eyebrows and larger, knowing smile.
After a blur of activity that is still debated and under review, the ride home commenced. Unbeknownst to Paul and Corbin, these particularly sensitive pigs did not enjoy leisurely rides while stacked one on top of another in Rubbermaid totes -- or any brand totes, for that matter. The less fortunate animal (dubbed Bacon) ended up in the bottom bunk while the larger, toothier brute (aka Ham) engaged in mortal combat with Corbin. With a tear in his eye and one hand over his nose, Paul gazed fondly in the rearview mirror as Corbin crossed from boy to man. Corbin grew wiser that day as he discovered that hymns, the birthday song, and furtive neck massages do not calm wild-eyed, bucking swine. Similarly ineffective are full-nelsons, various unnamed wrestling positions, or unintelligible bursts of yelling. Corbin may say otherwise, but you just can’t divine that information in any other manner.
After the fray, it was intuited that the clever creatures can spray their digested matter out of confined areas when provoked. Although the male members of our family observed this fact with objective and scientific minds, the female members (the tallest one, especially) were not as clinical or welcome to new knowledge. Warm water and soap were quickly produced and most of the evidence was removed. The remainder of the residue mimics food splatters and is only noticeable when delightfully pointed out to guests by the two youngest Winwards.
Curiously, the receipt for the pigs was labeled “2 wieners” rather than “2 weaners.” We are under strong suspicion that the farmer listed the new owners on the receipt, and not the newly-weaned pigs.
In closing, those are a few of the gems from 2011. Through it all, we have learned the value of working together as a family and taming the previously untamed. At worst, these are valuable lessons for parenthood. At best, we plan to be on speaking terms after the children are grown and gone. We highly recommend it for anyone who has too much spare time or if you feel like your hands are too soft.
Merry Christmas, friends and family. We love you and welcome a visit anytime. You are particularly welcome if you bring a shovel and gloves.
Love,
Paul (oldest), Tiffani (forever young), Corbin (15), Porter (12), Olivia (10), Vivian (7)