Not a day older than 30

 

 

This is the tractor that we bought from that lovely, smart, delightful man that said "you don't look a day older than 30." I love having a husband that knows how to do all sorts of interesting things.  I get to learn them too, and how handy is it for a woman to have backhoe skills?  Well, I am not sure, but it was fun nonetheless.

I am so far behind in blogging that I don't even feel like doing it at all, but I know that I will cram the last two months in here somewhere.  Luke turned 12, no pictures whatsoever.  Went to Florida with my folks, Nate's folks, Aunt Sandi, Uncle Bubba and kids.  My dad was seriously ill and had to have a kidney removed while in Florida.  He is now home and recovering slowly but nicely.  Austin turned 16, no pictures, no party.  We were in Florida again to pick up my Dad and Mom after he was released from the hospital on his actual bday.  I think if the weather clears for a moment and the two bday boys are home at that time, I will take a picture of them for posterity.

The Ritzy chicks are a layin

Came home from Florida with  nine tiny eggs in the henhouse.  Today I got a cute little green egg from this gal.  Her name is Nugget.

 

 

 

Thing One and Thing Two are the puff heads, but alas Thing Two was ripped to shreds, partially decapitated and had his heart torn out when we forgot to enclose them one night after an evening of play in the backyard.  They are my least favorite, so not a too traumatic moment.  The gatekeeper(who shall remain nameless) felt sad.