You know you live at the Newman's when...

YOU KNOW YOU LIVE AT THE NEWMAN'S WHEN...

You and your children are notoriously under dressed because anything nice will inevitably get ruined in 2 seconds. 

You become unafraid of poop in all forms.

Even your Sunday shoes have poop on them.

Other than those 2 months out of the year, mud and fir needles become your nemesis.

Your kids have strong immune systems and you aren't phased by anything gross they do, get in to or eat.  They survive.

You think of subdivisions as "concrete jungles" and would rather be in prison than live there.  No offense.

You warn visitors to bring their rubber boots.

True blue city folk just don't get you and you come to accept it.

Chores become a love/hate relationship.

Your daughter becomes the animal whisperer.  Doesn't matter what animal, she will "whisper" it!

Eating lunch on the deck after working hard all morning is pure bliss.

Your kids are skilled at finding multiple uses for sticks, rocks and dirt.

When toilets are optional.  Sometimes you just don't want to have to take those boots off and go inside.  There ain't anyone watching!!

Your kids become pros on a 4-wheeler at the age of three.  Yes, Moms, you can cringe now. :)

There are always 10 million critters to take care of and you never know what kind of critter you might decide you need next.  After all, you spend more on animals than your own children.

You walk in to the house and may be greeted by a random barnyard animal.

You know you live at the Newman's when there are no words to explain how happy you are as you walk around outside, taking care of critters and watching your kids enjoy all that is "country".  I love this life and am thankful to God for it.

What would you write about your own blessed life??