Farmer Boy

I can't say Trexen takes after me when it comes to animals. He loves animals real and stuffed, his bed is evidence overflowing with stuffed animals each his best friend and can't sleep on the floor. I despise stuffed animals and really could do without real ones too (sorry to any animal lovers out there). I just don't find companionship with animals, get annoyed with the mess and really dislike the noise.
 




















Trexen on the other hand could live outside amongst animals and is becoming more and more of a farm boy, well sort of. Backyard chickens is about as farm-like as it gets here. Our baby chicks are all grown up and producing farm fresh eggs like crazy. Trexen carries them around like kittens, corrals them back in at night and counts the eggs like prized possessions. He shoos them away from my feet and tells them, "mommy doesn't like animals, go away".


















Jeff I think is actually coming to my side and seeing how much work more living things can be. It's not that I was against the chickens but we really don't need more chaos and more things to take care of with a three year old, two year old, baby soon to arrive and a dog but he just had to have chickens. Six months later he is now begging our three year old to let us get rid of them. Trexen won't budge though and I think daddy has learned a valuable lesson...Trexen is passionate and loves animals even if they are just backyard chickens.















I do realize we are the parents and have the final say but farmer boy just adores those loud, stinky chickens. We will see how long they last but every time we go out and there's chickens scattered about I learn more about my little man and the way God has created him.