Things That Happened For Christmas

Here are some highlights:

I gave some special people these gifts…plus some garlic herb goat cheese.  (It was in the fridge and missed the picture.)

My 3-year-old and his gingerbread house.  Note his organizational skills with the bears lined up on the house.  That one fell off and caused a big meltdown.  I had already washed away the Royal Icing we had used, and superglue isn’t edible, so I came the rescue with some sugar cookie frosting and glued the red guard bear back up. 

My 3-year-old may become sort of Type A. 

Probably my six-year-old won’t.  The red frosting can exploded.  At least it seems like it.  He was very proud that his had 2 stories.

And here is the oddest Christmas cookie of the bunch.  My six-year-old named his creation the Christmas Mouse.

Here is just before he was clothed in multicolored frosting.

And, here is when he was created.

And, here is a Christmas gift from my parents…to me.  I believe I’ve rarely gotten so excited over a Christmas gift, and certainly not one that is used to butcher chickens.

See that groove thing?  Yes, that’s for cutting bones.  YES!  Now that I am a 3 time butcherer, I know about things like dull knives and bones.

I dare say I’m excited to butcher a chicken again. 

Another Christmas gift to my sister and me from my parents.  My dad’s contribution was that he helped push this rack out of the laundry room for grand entry.  My mom’s contribution was that she MADE all of these dresses for us to wear each Christmas as we were growing up.  The early dresses look oddly like something Laura Ingalls might have worn.  And it was only the (19) 70’s. 

OK, 2 things about that: 

1.  The light pink dresses she didn’t make, someone else did for a wedding we were in. 

2.  They aren’t all dresses.  Two are pants.  Those were the years my sister showed her individuality and requested pant(suits).  Note the most visible pantsuit…red with black paisley.   Let me tell you, she looked stunning.  (No sarcasm intended.)  OK, ya it was.

And, perhaps the most highly rated Christmas gift of all.  From us to our boys.

They named him, Shadow.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady.

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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