Don't cry over spilled corn

The boys started harvesting yesterday at our house. While B-rad was out in the combine running back & forth through the field - over & over & over again - I was at home. On the couch. Watching tv. In my pajamas.

Around 9:15 I got a phone call from Brian. He asked me if I could come to the top of the hill in my car & sit in the road with my flashers on. Brady had spilled some corn & he wanted me to not let anyone drive through it. Mmmmmm k?!

(Side note-for the past couple of years Brady's really been helping the boys on the farm. During harvest he drives the grain cart & when it gets full he loads it into the semi.... hence-the spilled corn....) So I jumped into my car with only my super cool iPhone & off we went to the top of the hill to babysit the corn pile. I had every intention of sitting quietly in my car playing solitaire on my phone. And then it dawned on me - pssssh! Blogging moment!

I figured, 'hey, it's 9:30, no one will come driving down the road & cause me to have to direct traffic!' Wrong! Another combine came blaring down the road behind me. So I had to tell him that there was corn in the road & for him not to drive his tire through it - to just drive OVER it. So then I pulled off the road into the field so he didn't run over me. God Bless my 4 wheel drive...And I knew Brady would be in trouble. Here's my philosophy - s*** happens. B-rad & Brian BOTH have spilled corn, beans, whatever, before. Alas, Brady is only 14 & they are older (& of course) wiser so I just KNEW he got yelled at. When Brian & Brady came back up with the shovels, I was trying to tease Brady to gauge just how MUCH he got yelled at. So I said, 'Way to go Brady - spill all the corn...' And he didn't even look up at me. He didn't even acknowledge I had spoken. Ruh roh, it was a bad yelling....
Being the soft hearted kinda gal I am, I went over to him (when Brian wasn't looking of course) & said, "Brady - it's ok. It was an accident. It's not like either of THEM have ever spilled anything!"


B-rad drove the combine up to where we were so they could fill their scoop shovels with corn & throw them into the combine.

You'll have to forgive the quality of pictures. I took them with my super cool iPhone. While it is an electronic marvel - the camera quality doesn't stand a chance against my fancy schmancy camera.... (or even a point & click...)Brady started scooping & throwing while Brian had the broom sweeping it into a pile. B-rad got outta the combine to help Brady scoop & throw. He told him, "Geez, Brady - next time you spill corn like this-we're going to make you go back to the OLD CRAPPY grain cart!" Brady just smiled & said, "Nu uh - NO WAY!"Brian had also brought Cole with him. While Brian, Brady & B-rad (sheesh, say that 10 times fast!) were busy scooping shovels of corn into the combine - he was busy playing games on his iPod....

I was busy as well documenting the event with pictures. However, when the corn pile got low, I did put my super cool iPhone back in the car (which was tough for me to do...but I had no pockets in my pajama pants.) & pick up that broom & help sweep. Hellooooo? I'm a giver... I can't help it no one got pics of me...