(Two of my favorite things.)
We moved our older chicks into their new coop and they love it.
Here are the babies.
I love them.
Todd says these are expensive eggs-- I say it is Summer Camp.
We named our home- finally.
University of Moss- Tully or, U of M- Tully.
This is Poultry 101.
It is really fun having family visit (although I'm certain we are an overwhelming bunch).
(He can't remember the last time he was clean shaven.)
I think I look like these aunts.
My Aunt Sandra lives in England and was telling my kids about her kids. Her youngest son asked for a dog from Father Christmas and was given a letter leading him to a shelter dog named Noel.
As I was putting the kids to bed, Leah got upset. She was saying "It's not fair" and "you lied to me." I had to stop and really listen to her to figure out what she was saying. The jist of her complaint was that Todd and I had lied because we told her Santa doesn't bring pets. She said a Father Christmas brought THEM a dog! Haha.
I told her the truth, "Father Christmas is better than Santa."
Perhaps next year Santa may have to up his game (in the interest of foreign relations). Do you think a donkey can fit in his bag? Maybe only a miniature one.
Life is good!