My name is Stephanie, Steph for short (we're real creative with the nicknames in my family). I'm an in my early thirties mommy of three boys from far eastern Kentucky. I've seen and am fans of blogs by wives of ranchers and farmers so I thought it was time other country girls were represented. When I say country, I mean countryyyy. I was born and raised in a county in Kentucky of about 12,000 people. That's the whole county. The town itself boasted about 500 people but that number might change with the new census. This blog is about me, my husband, my kids and any other random people that happen to filter into it. Let me begin my introducing some of them.This is my family (at rig.ht) How cute are we all dressed in brown and orange. Matching-it's our thing. The dude in the back that looks like he may or may not be falling asleep is my hubby, Brian Keith C. We've been married for just about ten years now. He likes to say it's been ten but it feels like thirty. No one actually thinks that's funny.
That's me in the glasses. My name begins with an S and has neither a B or a K anywhere in it. That's an important fact. You'll see why in just a minute. I'm a professional career advisor with a bachelor's degree in Elementary Education. That does not mean I advise elementary school student on their career decisions. That means I found a job that pays money and I enjoy it even though it has little to do with my actual education.
The little punk with the hat is my second son. His name is Benja
min Kaleb C. but we call him Ben. (See, we're just showing off with the nicknames at this point.) He, as he says, rocks the big rock!? He's coming upon four years old at nearly the speed of light. He's a rough and rowdy boy who wears a construction hat to church on occasion, can tell you anything you need to know about tractors or Jonah and the Whale and loves nothing better in this world than climbing our attic ladder or knocking the cream cheese out of his brother. But look at those eyes! It doesn't hurt that his favorite thing to say when he's using the bathroom is "Mommy, I love you."
min Kaleb C. but we call him Ben. (See, we're just showing off with the nicknames at this point.) He, as he says, rocks the big rock!? He's coming upon four years old at nearly the speed of light. He's a rough and rowdy boy who wears a construction hat to church on occasion, can tell you anything you need to know about tractors or Jonah and the Whale and loves nothing better in this world than climbing our attic ladder or knocking the cream cheese out of his brother. But look at those eyes! It doesn't hurt that his favorite thing to say when he's using the bathroom is "Mommy, I love you."
That stuffed rhino that he's holding is Sprinkles. Sprinkles was the dedicated best friend to our oldest son, Brandon Kyle C. (Are you noticing an alphabetical pattern yet?). Brandon was born on April 22, 2003 which, if my calculations are correct, means he would have been 7 years old this year. Brandon was diagnosed with medulloblastoma on December 31, 2005. He fought very hard but he did pass away on March 24, 2007. He was a remarkable boy, strong and resilient, beautiful in every sense of the word. We didn't have him long but he changed our lives drastically. He had the eyes too.The final character in our little play is the Cutie Patootie sitting in th
at chubby girl's lap. His name is-are your ready?-Boyd Kameron C. He is our third and final country boy. (I can say that with a great deal of certainty as I took a great deal of pains at his delivery to ensure that he was the last.) Boyd Kameron, aka Kam, aka Kambo, aka, the cutest little thing you've ever in your life laid eyes on, will be celebrating his second birthday in the fall. He, as his brother says, rocks the little rock. He says all of four words, Ma-Ma (me), Da-Da (his daddy), Hannah (his gorgeous ten year old cousin), and Na-Na (essentially everything that's not me, Daddy, or Hannah). If I was slightly less mellow when it comes to child rearing I might be worried about his lack of vocabulary. I, however, am not. He climbs everything he can including the ladder on the slide, the attic ladder, the back of the couch, his daddy's riding mower and the hill behind our garage. He cannot, however, walk down even the mildest incline. He is completely terrified. It's hilarious. Between the huge eyes that I'm pretty sure hypnotize anyone who looks at him, to the fat jowls that jiggle uncontrollably with the slightest movement, he's completely irresistible. Consider yourself warned.
at chubby girl's lap. His name is-are your ready?-Boyd Kameron C. He is our third and final country boy. (I can say that with a great deal of certainty as I took a great deal of pains at his delivery to ensure that he was the last.) Boyd Kameron, aka Kam, aka Kambo, aka, the cutest little thing you've ever in your life laid eyes on, will be celebrating his second birthday in the fall. He, as his brother says, rocks the little rock. He says all of four words, Ma-Ma (me), Da-Da (his daddy), Hannah (his gorgeous ten year old cousin), and Na-Na (essentially everything that's not me, Daddy, or Hannah). If I was slightly less mellow when it comes to child rearing I might be worried about his lack of vocabulary. I, however, am not. He climbs everything he can including the ladder on the slide, the attic ladder, the back of the couch, his daddy's riding mower and the hill behind our garage. He cannot, however, walk down even the mildest incline. He is completely terrified. It's hilarious. Between the huge eyes that I'm pretty sure hypnotize anyone who looks at him, to the fat jowls that jiggle uncontrollably with the slightest movement, he's completely irresistible. Consider yourself warned.
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