Mooooo….

We slept with a window open in our bedroom last night … love this cool fall weather!!  When I went to bed around midnight, I settled in with my crossword puzzle book expecting to enjoy the quiet of the evening when I became instantly aware of a distant mooing…like from cows.  And these weren’t happy cows.  They were going on and on with their moos like it was some sort of orchestrated effect to get attention.

The odd thing is, I can’t figure out who around here has cows.  Our four nearest neighbors are each 1/2 mile away and none of them have cows so it had to be coming from further away.  But what kind of cow can you hear from over a mile away?!?!  And seriously, they went on and on.  And they’re still mooing.  I can still hear them.  It’s just bizarre that we’ve lived here for 5 years and I’ve never heard the bovine chorus before.

Although, last fall some cows escaped from somewhere and were found ambling around in the fields outside our house.  I wonder if it happened again?  It would explain their constant mooing.  If I could decipher cow talk, I would think that they were saying “OMG, we’re lost. Where the F*** are we?  And where is that guy who brings us food?!?!”

I shall be on the lookout for stray cows today.  Ahh…the perils of country life.

Baby Blake

My nephew Blake, who is almost 8 weeks old, is currently in the PICU at St. Louis Children’s Hospital with unexplained respiratory issues.  He has been in the hospital (first Springfield and now St. Louis) for just over 3 weeks having various tests done to try to figure out what is happening.  His mom, my sis-in-law Amy, has been with him the entire time.  If you have a minute, please say a prayer for Blake, his mom and dad, his big brother Riley and the medical team working on his case. 

To read more about Blake’s story, go to the Caring Bridge site that Amy is maintaining.

The kids and I are making a care package to send to the hospital.  They have all made a get well card and we made cookies last night that we’re putting in the box along with kleenex (because hospital tissues is always so rough), lotion, microwave popcorn, a sudoku book and whatever else I can manage to find to lift Amy’s spirits.  Because they are so far away, we can’t do much besides pray.  I hope the care package brightens their day.

Katey the Cookie Helper

Oatmeal Spice Cookie Dough

White Chocolate Macadamia Cookie Dough

White Chocolate Macadamia Cookies