Homemade Baby Formula

Note: Looks like MSM shut down the website where these recipes are from.  Use the recipe in the post above or contact me for a hard copy. 
One of my friends sent this recipe to me a few years ago. Seems like a good time to share it– what with all the interesting “shortages we’re dealing with these days.
At first, the ingredient list might seem huge and overwhelming, but once you have the items, most of them last a while so it won’t be so bad.
Non-dairy and Goat’s Milk Options are linked as well.
Be sure to make copies of the recipe and share this post with everyone. You never know when someone will need it. I’ve posted it to Facebook and they’ve already taken it down once. Grrrr…

Meet Chili

Sometimes when your beautiful kitty has more beautiful kitties of her own, a person might just be overcome with love for one of those kitties and not be able to give it away….

no matter how hard she tried.

Ok, I didn’t really try…

at all.

Her name is Chili and we’re keeping her.

And I don’t even have to ask my mom. Heh, heh.

Man, I love being a grown up.

Tarmac In May

I know kites are typically associated with March, in many of the 50 states, and rightly so. But here in good old UTAH, we pride ourselves on doing our own weather thing, in all seasons of the year. Yessiree.

We certainly can’t be tied down to the stuffy protocols of some Farmer’s Almanac and what someone thinks our weather should be doing–at any given moment. HA! We’re free spirits! We will not be ruled! Oh, no!

Perhaps, last March, the kids in California or Oregon were chasing pretty fluttery things through a cool, breezy afternoon. But here?

We were scraping snow off the windshield.  

Now it’s May and while we did just have a smidge of the white stuff at 4 am this very morning–don’t ask me how I know that–the sun is out now.  We’re encouraged by the fact that there is a steady breeze blowing as we speak.

A 46 degree breeze, but a breeze none the less.

So you see, we have hope.

My point is, that the time feels right to deck Mr. Tarmack out in an appropriate little “get up” to celebrate our newly found, ahem, kite worthy weather.

Tarmack totally agreed.


My Fluffy Babies

Ooooh it’s always a sad time when my babies approach 8 weeks old. They are fluffy and gorgeous and playful and happy–but alas, it’s time for them to have new homes.


We’ve called this lovely long hair, “Jersey” because when we first saw her, she looked like a little calf with all her spots.

This one has only ever been called the Tiger….

and this one is our grey baby.

And lastly, this calico beauty has squeaked her way into my heart to such a degree that…..

dare I say it?

I’m keeping her. 

I know, I know. I’m quickly approaching the crazy cat lady status with no rational end in sight. I mean really….

look at that face.