Cutie Patooties

I took these almost a month ago.  

I think they're adorable- the pictures are pretty cute too ;)

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?!

Goat Love

Somehow our girl caught the Farm Bug.  

Throughout the freezing winter mornings and chilly, early, dark and low-visibility evenings, Moo was the one we trusted to make sure chores got done.  

She's our worker and this weekends springlike weather was the sweetest reward for work.

As I spied on her from the house, I saw her talking, clapping and laughing with the goats.  

They've stollen her heart like nothing before.

If I had to guess, I'd say our goats are Italian.

They LOVE dry spaghetti.

And the Goat Maternity Ward is coming soon.  

As Willow continues to swell from side-to-side, we've begun researching kidding pens, nutritional needs and signs of labor as we await the arrival of Ross' 4-H project.

Lord help us.

Meanwhile, that bag and udders are starting to fill.  

Willow is our nervous goat- aka: our Trauma Goat.

This photo could have been better, but I could tell she was already feeling violated.

Oh Goats.  

Your adorable, stupid, easy, friendly, and most importantly, your poop doesn't stink.

What have you done to us?

Because I'm NINE

Conference nights always suck for the high school Culinary Instructor.  

However, this Snapchat message made my night.

This Valentines Day I'm thankful for logical people... like Molly Boyd.

Years are Short

The flu, colds and sinus infections have left the house!!!

Meanwhile, this may not be as exciting for you as it is for me... but our girl has finally 'popped"

See that bump on her right?  

That's our March baby!

In other news, Mikes been traveling, my final semester of college classes are in full-swing, Valentines Day cards are ready for class parties, Maisie's discovered a love of make-up, Ross' season of wrestling has ended and Ross starts drivers ed in less than 2 weeks.

They (and I) have always said the days are long but the years are short....

Short doesn't even begin to describe it.