As you can all well imagine, I have been keeping very busy! Between running a household and a little (okay not very little) one running amok, I’m lucky to have time to sleep! However, I have figured out the wonderful world of web design and figured this might be a good time to get going on the second issue…

Yes it’s already right around the corner! I can hardly believe it myself. Grayson is fast approaching the 1-year mark. As seen above, Grayson (a.k.a. Spud) has become quite the wrangler. Kitties, horses, stuffed sheep and any unsuspecting object in his path are subject to investigation and being conquered.

This exciting event will be celebrated all over California, with the possibility of a short excursion to Nevada to appease more adoring followers.

On our first stop, we will celebrate in Bishop, CA for the annual gathering of the world’s mules. As we missed last year’s event with the arrival of Grayson the Great, this year’s attendance will be extra special. For birthday festivities, Great Aunt Cathy has a little shindig planned for a local park. Several family members plan to attend and share the love and happiness of mommy & daddy.

More news later, as details unfold.

As many of you know, Grayson is my first child. After this experience I can only wonder why I didn’t have kids sooner.

To have an entity such as a son, come and share whatever he has with you and to show concern when you are sad, is to be the luckiest person alive. For a baby to be able to express these emotions amazes me. I can’t imagine when in our lives these genuine traits are lost, I can only go now and try to rediscover them in myself.

I have been surprised by many of the changes and sacrifices I have had to make, and just how willingly. Nothing seems to compare to spending time with Grayson. I’m thoroughly addicted! I’m sure that he will have siblings in the future, although I can’t guess when. Y’all will just have to wait! J

I hope to keep these publications going throughout Grayson’s life so he will have something fun to reflect upon when he is my age. I want for him to be happy and look back to see how much he is loved if he should ever have a doubt.

Where to begin. I last left the distinct impression that ceiling fans were the end all be all of life itself. Pshaw! That is SO last season!

It is my opinion now that nothing should be safe from my touch. If it is in my zone, or even if it isn’t, it MUST be touched by my precious little hands.

I have developed a great liking for the chaos theory…nothing should appear organized in any manner. Should Mommy or Daddy attempt to put things away, they should be squawked at and reprimanded to return my art to its original state.

I have come to the conclusion that I am a star! Nothing I have seen is more entertaining than I am. Mommy & Daddy spend all of their time watching me so I must be great, right?

I have quite a fan club going. I must make regular appearances to my local hangouts to keep everybody happy…Oh the life! The girls just can’t stop themselves. Mommy has to chaperone my dates to make sure I am kissed enough.

Farmers Market in San Luis Obispo is great for taking friends to. There are many street musicians, an excellent variety of foods and loads of different people to watch. However, I would not recommend it to anyone that has a problem with crowds.

Until I find something that might possibly be more entertaining than myself, I must wrap things up.

Master Grayson

This was the scene at the Dechance house Mutton Busting training Facility.

Wild sheep were rounded up for the rigorous training program started by Spud Hedeman. Once geared up, trainees were started off with a course in Sheep Whispering to learn to understand the sheep before any attempts to ride were made.

The advanced course will include, roman trick riding, wild ball (practicing for use on wild boar) tossing and the growing new sport of mounted shooting.

On another field, I found delight in a few swings of the old 9 iron…actually it was the old 9 plastic, my coach didn’t want his kneecaps obliterated with the metal! I think for now I’ll stick to being the cart chauffeur until I can really get in there and swing without injuring myself.

Grampy’s golf cart is fairly top of the line so I have to be super careful when I take it out for a spin. I should have my own shortly.

Here’s a shot of myself before the big tournament. I like to really focus on my clubs and get a good feel for the weight.

See you at the 19^th hole!

Somehow I just have to doubt the Doctors are good for your health. Every time I go I get stabbed, jabbed and otherwise poked. I just don’t like it one bit! I can’t believe the nerve of some people. If I could just be given a minute to check out what it is she (the doctor) wants to put where, I just might be a little nicer about it. I think next time I’ll have to punch her in the nose!

At my last visit, I was 9 months old. I weighed in at an astounding 27 # 8 oz and stretched up to 30" tall. I am no longer in the running to play football. Mommy has mentioned Rugby and Shinte. They sound much more fun!

Now that I have this whole walking thing down, I’ll have to increase Mommy’s aerobic routine. She’s starting to tone nicely and gets a small amount of aerobic exercise with me crawling. In order to keep improving, I’ll have to start running around more. It sure seems to do something to Mommy’s nerves when I take off towards the large solid objects. Must be good.

As I started off with weight lifting and have gotten such great results, I’ll up the weight lifting regime for Mommy.

The cuisine is excellent around here. Mommy not only provides me with a full and balanced snack whenever I want, she has also taken to cooking. I have her restricted to meats, fruits, vegetables and grains. She had mentioned something about one item from each of the four food groups. I can only think of two, the Mommy food group and the NO!! food group.

Well we’re all moved in and enjoying the new place tremendously. I supervise Mommy in taking care of the upkeep. She tends to slack off if I don’t demand outside time everyday.

There are 5 acres, which are fenced to contain my herd of horses. Included too is a 1 acre pond for all the birds that migrate from far away just to see me.

One of the big downfalls is all the darned weeds. Mommy says that we have enough poison weeds to kill an army! Water hemlock, gypsum weed, castor bean and poison oak are just a few…I’m sure Gramma will know the rest of them. I’ll have to keep clear of them so I don’t get sick.

Although we do very much like the space and the rugged look of this house, we would still like a place to call our own. Mommy said that if we had a house of our own, I could help her decorate the walls .

Unfortunately, our home is TOO big to take a picture of so you’ll just have to take my word for it. It’s the best house ever! I can chew on the pecky cedar walls, stomp on the trampoline that’s built in to the big wood deck, splash in the sprinklers in anyone of the 4 pastures and have as many big whooplas that I want!

Farmer Spud