Many prayers and blessings for a long, happy future together!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
I uploaded picture backwards. So, here's Sunday...reverse style.
Let me tell ya, the chillun's were tired.
Seriously, who can resist a ham like this?
Grimmie the Grimster is growing up. He is 2.5 months old, eating hay and grain, and is a typical monster. We moved the panels around on Saturday to allow them more roaming freedom, and man is he smart.
I totally expected him to run into the wire fence 1-1,964 times, but he sniffed it and stayed a respectful distance...except for eating the tape markers tied to the fence.
T started the tractor and pushed some snow around, the girls each took rides. K was NOT thrilled though, screamed the entire time. In her defence, I had woken them up from naps for the trip out to the FarM, and she was a bit done. (remember: these pictures are backwards)
A drove 'em into a snowdrift. It's a good thing we have plenty of land for her to practice driving.
Cindy came out to play.
Giving pony rides to A and K, as well as 2 other youngsters who dropped by to relocate their chickens to our FarM.
Awww, so cute!
Peeps showed his best side for the occasion.
We walked from the road, evidently our hill was not nice to a car x2 this weekend...oops. But it was a nice walk, and the girls enjoyed themselves. (behind A are the 6 new hens...kicked out of EastTown by mean poopheads. but the family is sweet and the hens are nice.)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
But this isn't really about the snow. Indirectly, I suppose. See, I have 2 daughters. One daughter is after my own heart. She cuddles in fleece, violently protesting when forced to change into "day clothes". I knew it was for real when she independently donned her winter hat today, for wear around the house (yes, we keep our house on the cool side. but anyway.....)
For the rare number of you not affected by the massive artic blast, Groundhog Day Dump, or Death Storm - we received a large dropping of snow last night. And wind. And therefore our lives have been slowed down (thank God!) by this mass of weather that was forced upon us.
But still. There is no way my genes for temperature regulation were passed on to this daughter. Absolutely no way.
She *always* requests dresses to wear, and today walked out of her room with this. It is not ok, child. The temp is in the 20s and there are 5' of snow on the ground!