I'm a bad, bad, blogger.
Summer has me in a bit of a time warp. We've been so busy, time slips by, and before I know it, I've gone a week without writing anything.
Not that you've missed me.
I've been wanting to try making a fabric flower out of scrap fabrics. I finally tried it while the kids snacked on sugary cereal and watched television.
You do what you gotta do.
I made the flower to match a little polka dot skirt that I had scraps from. It looks like a really huge corsage in this picture. It's more balanced out when you can see all of her head.
I'm not sure what emotion this is.
Angry at me for taking her picture without brushing her hair or insisting on shoes?
Earlier in the day...
What are these guys looking at?
This little guy.
My dad is a big gardener.He has trouble with critters sneaking in and eating all his veggies. If they made a deer sized cage, he would have one. Almost every morning the kids want to know if grandaddy had anything in a trap. If he does, we have to go take a look.
While trying to satisfy the midnight munchies - this racoon was lured into one of the traps.
Before you get all excited and call PETA, let me say he takes all critters to the nearby lake, and releases them.
Even possums. (opossums??)
Well, with the exception of skunks - but I won't get into that.
I let each of the kids take a carrot to feed the racoon.
Lilly got greedy.
The new baby calf.
For some reason, the momma cow (or, as my dad ikes to say, heffer), refuses to nurse her baby. My cousin and her grandaughter came to give him a bottle. A BIG bottle.
All of this critter interaction takes place down the street from Nashville International Airport.
I love Nashville.
I snapped this picture of Baker, my shirtless wonder, because I love his curls, and I'm about to get him a haircut. It's cute dry , but when it's wet at the pool, he's sporting a serious mullet. Jackson won't stop saying "business in the front, party in the back", and I'm afraid he's going to catch on to the joke.
And, finally, I spotted this advertisement in my Atlanta market guide.
How lazy do you have to be to wear your wine around your neck?
The phone number is clearly visible, and you can order one if you too hate to use your hands while drinking.
Good Good Father
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