Learning

And just when it seemed the world was ending.

I discovered the perfect science curriculum was located across from the mailbox.

 My oldest researched preditors who rip the stomach cavity out of its prey.

And based on research, we determined we could have a cougar on the premises.

Or a coyote, or wolf, or something else...

I spy, with my little eye,

In other news, the girls can cook for themselves now.

French Toast, Eggs, Souffles. 
If a job opens up a Denny's, they'll be a shoe in.

And in the midst of it all, I'm trying to find a recipe for a "To-Die-For-Chocolate-Cake" to serve at the Foundation Dinner at school on May 4th. 

After 4 attempts, I think I'm finally close. 

Meanwhile, we're all beginning to feel fat and diabetic.

St. Patricks Day Twins

In the midst of feeling the end was near, Mother Nature renewed our faith in the world with the sweetest delivery on St. Patricks Day.

Her bag had filled and the puss was drippy.

When Mike got home from work, we knew it was time to assemble the birthing stall.

That's when the steaming bag emerged...

There was a burst of fluid, followed by a face!

We could see air bubbles and tongue movement as Willow bellowed passing the rest of the head.

Meet Lucky.- A boy, who we will band and raise as a wether. (male goat with no balls)

But his sister Clover wasn't far behind. 

And that's how we got twins on St. Patricks Day

How lucky are we?!