Meeting The Kids

Of course, I wasn’t the only one who was excited at taking this first step…

into…ahem…farm life.  Wee step, though it is.

The kids have all taken turns coming over to snuggle…

and hold…

and stare at…

and hold–some more–these pretty babies. I truly have dreamed of being this kind of Grammy.

So my little sweethearts could come over and have a good, old, earthy, relaxing time with dear little animals. If I had more room–there’d be a cow and a couple of goats in the back too.

This’ll do for now.

This’ll do, indeed.