food, crochet, merriment
What we’ve discovered is that Baby Chompy really loves…purple.
It’s a rather specific purple…with a dash of yellow.
We’re certain she has had this particular preference from birth. It’s quite a natural wonder.
It’s apparently in her DNA.
Heh, heh, heh.
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?
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 clothesI 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!
I ask myself this every darn day.
E. I. E. I. O…
y’all.
…in a far away land.
What better place could there be for Sir Dane, than to be surrounded by ancient castles and motes and bridges? He is really happy in this place.
He’s still in Lithuania but he’s been transferred to a village called Siauliai. I know…I know. No idea how you pronounce that one. He said it was like being taken to the Hobbit Shire, in Middle Earth.
He was asked to speak in the business school in town. They wanted to hear an “actual American” speaking “proper English.” If you knew Dane before he left and ever heard his fake foreign or his own personal slang–you’d know funny that is.
My sweet boy has been gone for 1 year and 5 months—which means, he will be home in about 7 months! Wahooo!
Just in time for the bald kid—our baby, to step up.
Yikes.
We’ll need a busload of Rescue Remedy for that one.
Listen for the wailing…
Because it looks like this—yes that is snow—in the mountains by our house we know that our time to relish the Autumn-y look and feel of our beloved canyon is limited. Soon, it may all be under snow–perhaps even before the leaves all have a chance to turn.
So, we bundled up warm and headed out again to the woods.
Now I realize that most forest trails aren’t paved…but this is a more civilized forest, I guess you’d say.
One with everything the modern woodland hiker needs. A beautiful rock to sit on…
peaks that take your breath away…
rolling hills that go on forever…
several freezing waterfalls…
and tons of silly little streams.
Here’s hoping that winter will wait…
until we get our fill of Fall.