Thanks for stopping by! I’m Britt, and I’m so happy you’re here!
I find the concept of the “about me” section to be so awkward to write, but I’ll give it my best shot. I am a 30 year old mom to three (soon to be 4!).
Ada is 7, my first born, my mini me. She is full of spunk, sass and had a heart of gold. She is that kid that runs up to your family on the beach and asks if your child can be her friend and will call them her best friend by the end of the day. I always describe her as the type of girl who would play in the mud in a tutu. She is fun, she is fearless and every day she blows my mind with her intelligence.
Grey (3) is the lovey child of the family. That child can cure all with those big green eyes of his. He is gentle, yet he loves dinosaurs and monster trucks. He is a man of few words, but listens to everything and let me tell you- he is so intuitive. Grey always knows when someone is having one of those days where they need some extra hugs. He is so carefree and is always running with a giant grin spread across his face, with his soft, blonde hair blowing and bouncing, illuminated by the light. When I am old and gray, that is how I will remember him.
Westley (Wes, 2) is the baby and he takes full advantage of that fact. He admires his big siblings and loves cows. The first thing he does when he wakes up is begin to moo and search the windows for the cows. He’s a daddy’s boy through and through.
Before I took on the role of “mom” I was a flight attendant for Delta Airlines. Goodness, I miss that job sometimes. You know that saying “If you love what you do, then you will never work a day in your life?” That is how I felt about flying. I love what it did for my wanderlust soul. I loved the places I saw, my heart raced every time I got a new stamp in my passport. Nothing beats the people I was able to meet. The best of them all, though, is Jay. People always ask how we met, and I’ll give you the short version. After a long day full of delays and angry passengers, my crew and I ended up in Kansas City, MO for a 24 hour layover. We got in relatively late at night and this chick needed a drink and some tacos. On the way to the hotel, we passed a little hole in the wall bar and once I changed, I headed that way. After chatting with various people, I was stopped in my tracks by this tall, scruffy guy in flip flops and skin the kind of tan that told you knew he spent all day outside. We ended up being introduced to each other and ended up closing out the bar. From that day on, I started making regular trips to Kansas City and the rest is history. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it God’s beautiful plan. Whatever you want to call it, it’s freakin’ awesome. Never in my life did I think I would be blessed with all we have now. I got to marry my best friend and keep on dreaming up our life as we go.
That leads me to the next topic- the name behind the blog. The Little Farm Hands, I’m sure you can figure that one out?
We were blessed to luck into finding our dream home. White with a metal roof, black shutters, a huge wide porch and all of the character you would expect from a home built in 1870. The house was sad, and dark when we found it and room by room is being brought back to life. Y’all its amazing what a little paint and a lot of laughter can do for a space. I am so happy that you’re here, following along with our day to day. I’m planning on sharing our décor for our modern little Farmhouse, homeschool lessons with my kiddos, learning through exploring our property, homesteading and learning as we go. I can’t wait to take you on this journey with us!
More to come,