I don’t really have a simple caption for this one—other than sweet baby Beckham looking in a mirror. But I love the intensity of his dear little face as he stares into his own eyes.
Kinda makes me want to grab a mirror and look at myself just a bit more closely. Not so that I can find more wrinkles to cover–THAT could go on forever! But more so, to have an honest look at myself to decide if I am who I really want to be in this life. If not–why not? If not now–when?
I personally don’t mind a nudge forward from such a beloved source. Makes reflection much easier.
Aren’t babies and their innocence just so good for the soul?
You could–of course, go ahead and buy tortilla chips OR you could make these cute little batty ones with tons of personality. This is an easy way to get people talking about–your chips. You know, that has never happened before.
Simply cut random bat shape out of regular flour tortillas.
Place them on a cookie sheet. Spray lightly with Pam so the spices will stick.
Sprinkle with a mixture of garlic salt, ground coriander and paprika (equal parts). I mixed the spices and put them in a shaker bottle. It worked beautifully.
Bake at 350 degrees for about 6-8 minutes or until golden brown. Allow them to cool.
Serve with Volturi Dip. You may hear a lot of, “No way! You made those?” from your guests. Just say, “Oh, yeah. I slaved allll day.”
Now perhaps you don’t see us as particularly farm-y sort of folks—but let’s not be too hasty
It just so happens that a few of us would really love nothing better than to find a farm house with a few chickens, a couple of horses and a cow or two and live happily ever after…once we learn how it’s done, of course.
Picture this–only in farmer clothes
I personally will go one step further and say that I might even like the handsome farmer to go along with the deal–especially if he had a Scottish accent. Ohh–allow me my fantasy, would you?
But when we had the opportunity to spend a day at the Thanksgiving Point Farm Country–a very tame farm–we scooped up the babies and headed out.
First thing–we were amazed to find baby chicks and peacocks for sale.
I wanted to put a couple in my purse and take them home–but they were surprisingly noisy. I would never have gotten them past Beanie the Dog Slayer, back home.
Pretty new experience to be near so many creatures that aren’t saying, “Meow.”
This little guy looks innocent enough, but in real life, he was a very pushy, very naughty goat.
In real life, this is a very sweet baby girl.
These were some very fancy footed chickens.
Apparently, every creature on this farm eats corn EXCEPT the calves. It gives them a stomachache. So don’t try it. You’ll get arrested or something.
Llamas and goats–together? Who’d of known? Don’t be fooled by that goat trying to be as tall as the llama–he’s totally cheating.
The babies were much braver than I was poking corn kernals in the little guys mouths. Watch your fingers Beck.
Goats, sheep, llamas–didn’t matter…brave, brave. Watch your FINGERS, Beck…
and your toes, Chompy.
The perfect farmer’s wife–don’t you think?
She–on the other hand–would like this pony for Christmas. This one.
And thus we see that a pig really isn’t just someone who burps at the dinner table.
They are actual pink, curly tailed animals. Again–who knew?
The itty bitty farmers are just too tired to go on. Farming is hard business. Phew!
