Crick vs. Creek?

Question of the day:

How do you pronounce the word creek?

Do you say 'creek' or 'crick'?

I must admit, I say 'crick'.

That's the only bit of redneck you'll find in me.

That's it.  Nothing more!  ;)

(If you know me you know those last few statements are not true.)

Now that we've gotten that VERY important issue out of the way, let's move on to a lighter note.

Sunday Family Funday!

This entire year has been a crazy one weather-wise. 

As a farmer's wife, my life revolves around the weather.  Why you may be asking yourself? 

Well because my husband's life revolves around the weather.

We skipped church to spend some time as a family during the seemingly never-ending seeding/spraying season.  This was the one time we could spend some time with our dear Tony.

On a day like this, we usually start out with a nice breakfast.  From here, weather permitting, outside time is absolutely necessary...no ifs, ands, or buts, or butts. ;)

Due to the SURPLUS of moisure due to snowmelt and rainfall, we decided to see if we could cross the crick (or creek for all you non-rednecks) on the cut-across road.

Natalie in her Daddy's arms looking on to the other side.

It is possible by foot.

Natalie desperately wanted to 'bim' (swim), so she got her feet wet.

A bit cold for the little tot!

Possible by feet.  But by wheel?...without floating away?

I have a great video of this that I'll try to post. 

You can hear me doubting my man and his wheels.

Ta da!!!

She was proud!

Now to move a couple rocks/boulders to make the ride a bit more safe.

Mom, does this one need to be moved?

Definitely yes honey!  Thanks for your help Natalie!

The crew on the way home.

We had to stop for some cows. 

Now that the Little Porcupine Ranch is truly no longer a ranch (in other words, we sold the cows and now just farm), Natalie doesn't get up close and personal with cows much.

She was off. 

They were headed somewhere, and I think if we'd have let her, she'd have been right there with them!