The timing of this couldn’t be funnier – Susie just posted about her hummingbirds, while I had some close encounters with butterflies.
Happy July. And to our neighbors up north, Happy Canada Day.
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Out And About
Or, as we like to say, “Oot and Aboot”.
Yesterday we went and got our library cards. I’d never been to the county library here – I’d always gone to the one in Charlottesville, but it’s quite a hike and there’s never any parking. As it turns out, our local one is pretty great anyway. Emily and Neve both came away with books they were excited about, and I even scored a great deal on used books for sale. Check it out:
The soft cover ones were 25 cents and the hardcovers were 50 cents. I couldn’t resist the lamb one, since it looks like a Southdown, my favorite.
Neve loves this hamster book she found.
I was also happy to see the library carries a lot of the books we’ll be reading next year for home school. The craft section sadly was rather pathetic, but you can’t win ’em all, I guess.
The temperature was a little lower today than what we’ve been dealing with so I decided to do more than just the standard cursory check on the gardens, and I was pretty happy with what I saw.
The tomatoes are doing well.
There are little butternut squashes starting to grow in.
And corn!!! I have corn!!!!!! I really can’t wait for that to be ready to harvest.
My nasturtiums are doing very well this year.
So is the cilantro.
Other things are thriving around here, too.
Plenty of deer pass through to drink from our stream.
Our stream happens to be home to these guys, as well. That’s about a 4 inch long crayfish that was swimming around out there this evening.
Dragonflies are likewise in abundance.
Unfortunately, with the cool critters some the not so cool.
This guy was hanging out on the back deck. Until I shot him full of this:
And he wasn’t even one of those big ones.
Now if I could only locate those two huge frogs that are hiding out in my garage before they die in there.
It’s Wild Kingdom around here for goodness sake.
Little Green Balls!
Finally, more than two months after sowing the little seeds indoors, one of my tomato plants has finally sprouted some little green balls!
Looks like they’ll be ready around the same time as the basil I planted out front. Tomato-Bail pesto, here we come!!!!
Mostly the gardens out front are in serious need of weeding, re-planting and re-organizing. I’ve been working on it as the weather allows, but it’s either been dangerous – stormy (tornado watches already!) or killer hot and humid. The kind of killer hot and humid that makes me want to commit complete and total herbicide and forget the whole blasted thing. And people wonder why central air is so important to me.
The bee balm is growing in nicely, though.
Anyway, back to the pesto. It’s my favorite summer food. I put it on everything I can. Including the muffuletta I made last night.
With homemade boule.
Stuffed with ham, salami, provolone and marinated artichoke hearts. So yummy.
Even Mabel seemed to know something yummy was going on in the kitchen.
I really think she wants to be a house chicken. She likes to hop the gate and hang out on the back porch. It drives Pippa nuts.
But it gives Emily an opportunity for chicken snuggles.
Personally, I prefer furrier creatures for snuggling.
Over-run with Goings – On
First the big news: Truffles the hen, who has been sitting on a cache of eggs (which keeps getting added to by her pushy peers who keep bullying their way into her nest and laying more eggs on top of her), has hatched a little baby chicken.
I am really hoping it’s a girl. I am on the fence about the whole situation, honestly. On the one hand, it’s pretty cool hatching your own baby chicks, and the kids are way fascinated by the whole thing. It’s a spectacular learning opportunity and it makes me happy that my kids will grow up understanding where food comes from, where baby animals come from and how they are cared for from day one. (btw: her back feathers are missing because before she went broody she was the roosters’ favorite hen)
On the other hand.
I have WAY. too. many. chickens.
Getting fresh eggs every day is a pretty great thing, and when you get enough to share, it’s even better. I picked fresh arugula and lettuce out of the garden the other morning and carried it into the house along with 6 fresh, warm eggs. I felt like a real farmer for the first time (I know…..I’ve been a real farmer for awhile now, but somehow I’ve always kept of felt more like a “wanna be”).
But we have plenty of laying girls. Plus the babies we bought last month – Magpie and Penny. There are nine – that’s NINE – more eggs under Truffles right now, and you just know half will be roos, so they will have to be re-homed or eaten, right off the bat (no I don’t have anything against eating them per se – it’s great to have fresh free – range chicken. I just don’t think I can bring myself to kill them).
Chickens are fun, funny, friendly when properly raised, entertaining, they eat lots of bugs, and they destroy everything in their path. DESTROY. The reason that the animal pen has no grass in it has nothing to do with the goats or the llama. It’s the chickens.
See how they dig down and tear up all the hay and grass to get into the dirt?
Plus they poo indiscriminately. It’s everywhere. The coop, the water trough, you name it. A dozen chickens? No problem. A few dozen? That becomes a much more dirty situation. It’s something I will have to ponder and work with until we can get around to expanding the fence out.
As for my boys, they couldn’t be better.
Well, maybe they wouldn’t quite agree with that, since Susie came over today and helped me put the castrating bands on them. I went yesterday to Tractor Supply and bought the tool and bands (how many people get to say they spent their afternoons shopping for a castrating tool? I’m just sayin’) and today she showed me how to use it.
They took it just fine and were off jumping and playing again in no time.
I went out this afternoon to get some pictures of them, which is never easy since they are both so very snuggly. Whenever I go out there, this happens:
They crawl into my lap and lay down.
They’re like little puppies with horns. I won’t be de – horning them. It’s just completely unnecessary for us to do so.
Milkshakes is happy for it – it gives her a break from their constant wanting to nurse.
She’s getting antsy to get out and do some more weeding. I haven’t had a chance the last few days due to all the rain we’ve gotten. The garden is loving it, though. Everything I planted out back – the potatoes, butternut squash and corn – are all coming up nicely.
I also got some sewing done since we were all stuck indoors. I finally finished Neve’s Easter dress. The pattern is Jump Rope Dress from Oliver & S. It took me forever to get started on it but it sewed up pretty fast.
I used Heather Bailey’s Nicey Jane fabric.
Yes I know it’s an awful picture. My campaign to convince my husband I need a real camera has so far been a failure (I’d really love a Canon Eos Digital SLR – something that takes great pictures without constant adjusting and re-setting and blah blah blah) . I’ve tried the whole “a blog is only as good as the pictures on it” approach, but he didn’t buy it. I even tried to guilt him by reminding him how many people I know who are neither artists nor bloggers who have waaaay better cameras than me. He responded by saying real artists like me don’t generally have money for things like a good camera anyway.
Rats.
Some Days
Some days all goes well and I feel like the most fortunate person in the world here on my micro-farm. Because really, when you come right down to it, all the place needs is some cleaning up, clearing out, and some beautification (yeah, we’re owrking on it, slowly) and it’ll be great. We even have a pool we’re getting ready to install. Most of the time I can cure any of my various ills by spending some time with the critters, be they indoor (Japser cat!) or outdooor. Some days, though……some days make me want to change my name, move to Timbuktu and pretend I never met any of these people before.
That day was yesterday. Obviously I did not move, nor did I change my name. I did try to pretend I didn’t know any of these people, but theywouldn’t let me.
It started on Sunday. I decided it was high time to get the back garden planted. Problem was, the tiller wasn’t functional. So, I did it all by hand. Just me and a shovel. That back garden is HUGE.
There’s at least 4 feet between each of those posts, to give you an idea. This was how it looked last year. Now there’s grass grown all in around it and it was full of weeds I had to pull out. By the end of the day I was very, very sore. The good news was I had all the corn, potatoes and butternut squash planted. I ended up taking a shower around 10 pm with Oona because I felt filthy after all that and she has been miserable with allergies.
Yesterday morning I woke up feeling like I’d been chewed up and spit out. My muscles were all on fire, my head was threatening another migraine, my ears were crazy itchy, and my throat was swollen and sore. I wanted. to. die. So…..I stayed shut in the bedroom, lounging in bed while Oona stayed with me and watched Spongebob. I drifted off at some point, and woke up to, “SNIP! SNIP!”. The unmistakable sound of scissors being used.
The bedroom door had been flung open and there she sat, next to me, my big sewing scissors in hand, shredding her pajamas. Her hair, which had just this past week been fixed by a hairdresser, was missing chunks right down to the scalp. Several barbies lay strewn about, locks missing. I can’t even tell you. I was so mad. After that I felt I couldn’t properly rest or recoup, especially because all the kids had apparently decided to make the house as unsanitary as possible, and stinky to boot.
I didn’t kill my kids, I didn’t run away (though a mini vacation for me is taking shape in my mind…..details to be worked out later). I can’t honeslty tell you how I made it through the day.
Oh yeah and did I mention the dog ruined the living room carpet? Big pile of poop + Neve = ground in anstiness that cannot be cleaned. We had to order a new rug.
Anyone want a dog????
Switching gears.
Rather than start a whole new post for this, I figure I’d leave you with the happy parts from today. We let the babies out to play for awhile.
Jerry decided to hang out in the chicken tractor today. I have no idea how he even fit in there.
And lastly, a video of the babies playing and jumping.
My Happy Place
There are adorable baby goats, blooming flowers, chicken eggs in the laying baskets and a box load of fabric waiting to be sewn up. Life’s good.
My lettuce, arugula and snow peas are coming along swimmingly. This week I’ll till out the back garden and put in the corn and potatoes (I’m also thinking some butternut squash is in order, considering it freezes well and I looove it). I’ve got lots of herbs and tomatoes started inside waiting to go out, and we’re going to enclose a spot out front where we’ve got strawberries and rhubarb. I need to keep those hungry deer from mowing it all down!!! (Is it too late to plant some asparagus in there???)
My peonies are about to burst. I can’t wait! Peonies and lilacs are my favorite flowers. I have a small lilac bush but it has never bloomed – I am not sure we have the right climate for them. Up in New York there were massive lilac bushes and trees all over – it was always the best time of year for me when they were in bloom.
I couldn’t help but pick up a marigold pot for the front porch. I think next time I will grab a few of those Martha Washington type marigolds – they’re lovely.
The past weekend we were busy showing off the adorable twins! They are so cuddly I can’t even stand it.
They’re doing fantastically well, and Milkshakes is a natural at the mommy thing.
Yes, that’s leopard – print fleece they’re wearing. I needed to make them little jackets since it’s still been getting rather chilly at night, and this was all I had. It’s left over from Maddie’s Halloween costume circa 2000. Check out Frodo’s ears – airplane ears! That’s how I tell them apart. Finn’s ears are floppier, but Frodo keeps his out straight all the time.
See? Airplane ears.
Jerry does this all day. He’s dying of curiosity. He hasnt’ been allowed in with them yet because he doesn’t like having the door closed behind him. I’ve been holding the little guys up for him to sniff at so he can get to know them, and he love love loves them. He sniffs and nuzzles and smiles……and I suspect he thinks they’re his babies.
But they aren’t, are they? And so I shall tell you a tale…a tale of their father’s true identity…a tale which only those of you I’ve spoken with in person have heard.
With apologies to certain uncles, aunts and cousins……
Way back when I entered the Goat Giveaway that Susie was sponsoring, people started realizing that when I said I love animals and I want a farm , I wasn’t just talking out my back end…I meant it. Some of those people got to thinking. Thinking about a goat they had that had worn out his welcome.
So it happened that when I did not win the goats I got a call from a dear relative of Paul’s informing me that I had won one beautiful purebred Saanen billy goatwho was no longer being cared for the way he deserved. A loving, friendly but lonely guy who would love to come live in the country where there would be chickens and a llama and kids to play with him and nurture him. I had heard that he had found himself in some mischief recently (due to his lonliness); he had a penchant for breaking into the house and following Paul’s uncle around the kitchen. I found it charmingly hialrious, this image of David standing at his kitchen stove, then, upon hearing some strange noise behind him, turning to discover Hunter the goat standing there, chewing his cud, watching the cooking happen. Sure, I would take this loveable but lonely guy. I had acquired Milkshakes from a local farm and figured they’d keep each other happy.
This is what went down.
We got home from Mexico on a Tuesday night, right around dark. We had driven all day after picking the kids up in New York and I was beat. Hunter was expected sometime that evening and Paul planned to wait up.
Around 1 o’clock in the morning, the truck pulls up, the back is opened, and from the way Paul tells it…this wild – eyed, stinky as all – get – out BEAST emerges from the darkness. We estimate this guy weighed around 250 lbs. Hunter immediately went to work chasing Jerry and Milkshakes all around.
In the morning I woke up to signs posted over every door stating that none of the kids should be let near Hunter without an adult. Hmm…well that’s curious, I thought. I soon discovered that this loveable lonely guy also had a thing for butting. Hard.
I couldn’t feed the other animals without nearly getting knocked down. Emily was terrified to go in the pen to take care of the chickens. Milkshakes sported a look that made me want to bring her in the house with me, and Jerry stayed as far away as he could at all times. Hunter seemed unconcerned by all of this, happily chewing on the electric fencing wires!!
He lasted two days before I found a lovely woman in a neighboring town who raised purebred Saanen females but had been searching for an affordable male. I happily gave him to her. He went to a small dairy farm with 12 females to mate.
So there you have it – the story of how this stinky guy fathered this cute little guy and his brother.
And I am glad he did.
Too Busy To Think, and R.I.P. HenRietta
I spent the better part of an hour writing up a post and went I hit “save”…it exploded. SO frustrating!!! Just the right cap to my “perfect” week.
Last week I was feeling frustrated and fed – up with the state of the house and the property and in the midst of laundry and cat litter the handle broke off my washing machine and I think part of me may have snapped as well. My rage ended up being focused on a small accent table in the “sitting area” portion of my bedroom. It’s been there for over a year, waiting to be repainted but instead accumulating lots of junk with no other place to go (paint supplies for the table and the alcove itself, some discarded batteries that hadn’t made it to the trash, my uncle Jamie’s underpants he left here last Thanksgiving……..dont’ worry. They’re in a ziplock. We had intended to frame them and send them back as a gag, but never got around to it. Sorry guys!!!! (Oh come on….like you all don’t play weird jokes on your families)
As I was saying, in my rage I zeroed in on this poor little table and decided that damn it, it needed to be painted. Right now. I dropped everything else I was doing to prep the area. While I was at it I figured I could paint the frame of the poster I intended to hang to match it, and heck if I was doing that why not paint the whole dang alcove? Never mind it was nearing 7:30 pm on a Wednesday night. I needed to expel some pent up fury!
Before. This is the view from my spot on the bed. I’d been living with this for a few years now and I was more than ready to fix it.
While the girls congregated on my bed and watched Ghost Hunters and Destination Truth on SyFy I painted and cleaned and re-arranged as much as I could. I finished up around midnight. It’s not magazine worthy, but it is a huge improvement.
The next morning, while admiring my handiwork I realized that I still needed some sort of window coverings. I had the fabric laying around for ages and decided to just get to it.
While the rest of the house deserves nothing but our shame and derision, my bedroom at least looks halfway acceptable.
Speaking of shame………
Emily cleaned her hamsters’ cages for the first time in Lord knows how long over the weekend. I told her to dump out the old bedding and food into a trash bag and then wash out the cages with soap and water in the bathroom, which she did. Except for one thing. She also rinsed out the stuck – on food into the sink. Hamster food is mostly seeds. What do seeds do in a damp environment? They sproout. I looked into the bathroom one evening and there were plants growing out of the drain in the sink. Great. We should be jailed for our house-keeping skills.
Emily made yet another mess two nights ago, but this time it was ok. She had to make a totem pole for a class project and when I pulled out the plaster of paris and a wrapping paper tube and paint Paul mentioned that he could much more easily make a totem pole with some wood and a chainsaw. Here’s the thing: Paul’s never been what you’d call “good with a chainsaw”. Not that he’s inept or anything, but he’s not artisitic on his best day, and I can’t imagine how on earth he’d figure out a totem pole. Not one to back down from a challenge he went to it while Emily and I hedged our bets by getting to work making a mold out of the tube and some duct tape and working with the plaster. In the end Paul won out surprisingly with a superior product. Since it is a rare occurrence I don’t mind admitting he proved me wrong.
The wooden one on the right is Paul’s. Emily painted them herself and wants to take both of them to school. She better get an A!!!!
Yesterday I had planned on organizing the great laundry disaster of ’09. First I went to check on the chickens, though and found that HenRietta was missing. She had been escaping the pen all week (no idea how) and I figured I’d find here running over once I started scattering some corn for them. Instead, just on the outside of the electric perimenter, I found a clump of grey feathers. Then I followed a trail of them out to the backyard and down to the stream, where the trail went cold. We scoured the woods but found nothing more than those large masses of feathers and a single animal print, suggesting either a large fox or a small bobcat. Poor Emily is devastated and planning an elaborate funeral and feather burial. Paul and I have resolved to strengthen our security system. Currently the pen looks like this:
Soon we’ll be getting a goat – we’re being gifted a handsome devil courtesy of Paul’s uncle. Paul is actually on board with this plan, and is helping me devise a list of needs. We’ll be expanding the electric fencing and putting up a shelter, but when I mentioned perhaps a guard dog I knew I had lost him. Then I slipped in a little known faxt about how llamas make great companions/guards for goats and sheep, and Paul completely agreed that we needed one. I’m looking at a few this weekend. I’m as shocked as you are. I can’t believe Paul is so okay with this. I am totally going to strike while the iron is hot, I’ll tell you what. I’ll also need to see if I can find a female dairy goat for our new boy.
Now if I could only get my chickens to lay some darn eggs. Ruby says she’s considering going rooster instead.
I put two little text boxes on this photo to point out the pointy saddle and hackle feathers she has begun to develop. Hens don’t get those.
SIGH.
A Short Mommy-cation
The last three days have been spectacular. I can’t even tell you how wonderful it was. Saturday morning Paul took all three girls and left for Long Island. They got home last night (Monday night) around 10 pm. Three days of no whining, fighting, poopie diapers, cleaning up after small people and being woken up multiple times in the night. It was absolute luxury.
Sunday Paul went to his brother’s bachelor party (the reason for the trip) and the girls got to spend time with their grandparents and auntie. We may need to do this more often! I loved being home and relaxing and having quality craft time. I was thinking that the weekend of the actual wedding would be another opportunity for me (Oona’s not invited to the wedding, so I can’t go. But hey, if he doesn’t want his niece at his wedding, that’s his deal). But I think instead of sticking around the house Oona and I (and Maddie) will head out to see my grandmother up near Buffalo. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten out there and it will be far less stressful with only one kid and not all three.
But back to this weekend. I watched a whole marathon of Destination Truth on SyFy and got half of a sweater for Neve knit. HALF. That’s huge. I got the chicken coop all mucked out and cleaned up (of course they filled it back up with poop right away. Oh well). I pulled most of the weeds out of the front garden and began cleaning off the porch. I got all of the wood floors steam cleaned. I pieced out fabric for a quilt. I watched an entire Ghost Hunters marathon followed by a Ghost Whisperer marathon on SyFy (I think they were going for a theme or something). I ate cake and ice cream and peanut butter cups. I read half of The Island of the Day Before by Umberto Eco and lounged in bed until 9:30 every morning (after the best sleep I’ve had in ages). I got no end of kitty snuggles. I made a sweet potato and chicken risotto for dinner and didn’t have to hear any whining about it. I marveled at the fact that I would clean up a room and it stayed that way. I didn’t have to hear Dora, Kai-Lan or that horrible Fresh Beat Band at all.
I did have two somewhat freaky moments while out weeding. Maddie and I had been talking (I don’t remember why, either) about how we don’t really like praying mantises. I mean, they’re cool, they’re beneficial, and I like having them in my garden and all, but they kind of freak me out. Not in a spider sort of way, just a “hey I don’t really feel comfortable touching you” sort of way. So it was oddly funny when one kept popping out at me while I was weeding by the frotn porch. And then again while cleaning around the rocking chairs out there. And then again while grabbing the scoop for the chicken feed.
He must have heard me saying how creepy I find them. Here he is on the underside of the rocker I was tryng to clean.
Then I went to pick up the blower for the waterslide and found this guy under it:
I like frogs. I have no problem with them, and I ended up carrying this guy over to the garden since he didn’t seem to realize how foolhardy it was to hang out on the porch (he was there for a good 4 hours after I discovered him – just sitting there). I figured he’d be safer amongst the herbs. It did startle me when I found him, though. You just don’t expect a gigantic frog to be sitting under a big blower like that.
So that was my weekend. Now the kids are home and the house is already a mess again, much to my chagrin. Ah well…it was lovely while it lasted. And something wonderful happened today: my rooster crowed! I can now happily return to the grind!
The Balloon Has Landed!
This evening I was out weeding the front garden when I was startled by a rather loud WHOOSHING sound. Having spent several years living near the Adirondack Balloon Festival in upstate NY I knew immediately what it was. I looked up, and sure enough:
It proceeded to land in the road in front of our property. Maddie and I stayed out at the end of the driveway and watched as they methodically landed, deflated it, and packed it up.
It was a lovely end to a relaxing day. Have a happy holiday weekend!
Little Girls
Here we were getting adjusted to our new schedule (and doing rather well with it I might add) when what should rear its ugly head but the FLU. Neve came down with it this past week and has been pretty miserable; Emily has no voice and a bad cough so I fear she may be next. As for Oona, she took Neve’s ice cream spoon and shoved it in her mouth this morning before I could stop her, so I imagine we’ll all be pretty flu’d up by week’s end.
I am looking forward to fall getting here – though down here in the South it takes its sweet old time, unfortunately. I spent a good amount of time out in the garden today pulling out the squash vines that were past producing and the weeds so that I can do a light tilling and prepare the spot for the fall plantings – arugula, spinach and an heirloom variety lettuce. I may also try some peas again as well. Most of the other plants are about done producing, though I did spy some small watermelons – we’ll see how they fare. It was rather nice to be able to pick some of the ingredients necessary for dinner the other night:
I made a nice chili with some fresh bread. But as nice as it is getting fresh ingredients outside my door the cooler weather is beckoning me.
I took this weekend off from maid duties so I could actually relax and maybe get some knitting done. I am sad to say that this did not go over well for all parties involved. However Oona and Neve were happy with the extra snuggle time (Emily was at a sleepover) and I did get past the heel of that darn sock Ive been desperate to finish.
Still trudging along. I even watched some Ice Road Truckers on Hulu. I just wish they had more than 5 episodes. It’s been a nice experiment to just let go of the need for clean, but I don’t forsee being allowed to do it again. It was almost nice while it lasted!
The other thing I did this weekend was eat far too many cupcakes, because my little baby Oona turned 2! Which reminded me that I needed to still mention Emily’s birthday, so I will do both now.
That’s my Emily – born 10 years ago after the world’s shortest labor (My water broke at noon; at 2:45 pm she was out. And let me just tell you. Short labors mean intense pain, because it’s like having one long gigantic contraction that never lets up – I screamed. A lot).
At first she was colicky, but then she settled into an easy toddler – hood. She didn’t hit the “terrible” stage until she was 3, and even though at the time I thought it was pretty bad, I now have the experience of 2 more babies that have been far, far worse.
I was still going to school full time when Emily was a baby – she was 3 when I graduated with my BA. That was tough at times – it was hard to be away from her all day and then have to still study. She came to more than 1 class with me and even rode around on my bus routes at times when Paul was game to tag along on those late night shifts.
Emily was also my “poop – painter”. Any time she went into her crib for a nap she’d sleep nicely for awhile, then wake up, fill her diaper, and use that fragrant medium to paint the walls, her face, and the crib bars. It was a white metal crib that never came quite clean from that at all of the joins, and I refused to use it for any baby thereafter.
She was also always our little princess and had her papa wrapped firmly around her little finger. On one occasion she manipulated her way into getting half a pint of Ben & Jerry’s out of him before she startled giggling maniacally and we cut her off.
Emily is my most sensitive one – she’s a lot like me. She is creative and artistic and loves animals. She has been a huge part of the chicken experience here and has proven herself time and again to be very responsible at pet – owning. Even if she is a total slob otherwise. She was absolutely thrilled when little Oona came along:
And Oona, for her part, can’t get enough of Emily, either.
Oona as an infant was my easiest. She ate like a champ (first baby that I did not once get mastitis with!), didn’t cry much and just loved to hang out and cuddle.
These days she’s a busy little booger. Her vocabulary is expanding exponentially and each day she makes me laugh with something new she says (she still says “butthead”, much to my chagrin, and has recently added, “Oh Crap!”).
The other day she was crying because I wouldn’t give her chocolate (I know, I am so mean) and she stuffed her blubbery, snotty, wailing self into Neve’s play kitchen.
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That actually made her happy.
Her Foofa doll makes her happy, too. I’ve taken to telling myself that she will also become a great knitter one day. Why else would she take such delight in grabbing at my knitting needles and yarn every time I try to use them? She just can’t wait to learn, right?
She also must really want to learn to sew, because while I was trying to finish up her birthday dress she kept coming up and stomping on the pedal. That’s always great when you’re trying to thread the needle. Trust me.
Happy 10 and 2 to my girls – stop growing up so fast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merry Magpie Farm 