Weekend

This picture is so creepy.  Yes, we are the weird neighbors that the kids dare each other to ring the doorbell.

The girls have had a change of heart the past 2 weeks.  I don’t want to jinx it, but we’ve been consistently getting big, beautiful, fully-shelled eggs.  It’s wonderful.  This one had a few calcium deposits on the shell, maybe they don’t need all of those oyster shells?  Whatever.

Helping Paul get his work done.  Always.

Dammit.  My pretty blue shoes. That mudhole just looked like dirt.

Sunday morning pancakes.  I haven’t made pancakes in forever, I never think to. They were delicious.  I ate 4.

So yes, things here are HAPPENING.