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Showing posts with label baby animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby animals. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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Sunday, December 9, 2007
A-Hunting We Will Go
We spent yesterday tromping around in the snow, looking for the perfect Christmas tree. A friend of Michael's from work lives with pigs and chickens and goats and cows... the whole farm deal. They also have a bunch of evergreens that the prior owners planted to start a Christmas tree farm. Many of them are getting too tall to even sell.
They offered to have us come out and cut our own tree. So we bundled up and went out to find the perfect tree. The three kiddos ran around in between the rows (Michael's friend from work has a four year old daughter) until we found just what we were looking for.
Daddy cut down the tree - but Dmitri insisted on "helping."
Timber!
Then we dragged it off to strap it to the top of the car.
Dmitri insisted on "helping" again.
They have a new puppy - the kids loved the puppy!
And their new calves were fun to visit, too... although as Zoe said, "Cows are stinky!"
Who me? Stinky?
Moo!
I guess I can't put it off any longer... gonna have to drag out all the Christmas decorations this weekend and put up the tree... Wish me luck!
They offered to have us come out and cut our own tree. So we bundled up and went out to find the perfect tree. The three kiddos ran around in between the rows (Michael's friend from work has a four year old daughter) until we found just what we were looking for.
Daddy cut down the tree - but Dmitri insisted on "helping."
Timber!
Then we dragged it off to strap it to the top of the car.
Dmitri insisted on "helping" again.
They have a new puppy - the kids loved the puppy!
And their new calves were fun to visit, too... although as Zoe said, "Cows are stinky!"
Who me? Stinky?
Moo!
I guess I can't put it off any longer... gonna have to drag out all the Christmas decorations this weekend and put up the tree... Wish me luck!
Monday, October 8, 2007
Cheating
I’m cheating on my husband.
Sleeping with Michael is like sleeping next to a space heater. I don’t have to wear anything at all (and usually don’t) because he keeps me nice and toasty warm. But he gets up for work much earlier than I have to get out of bed, and he leaves me shivering without him. The minute he leaves the room, however, another man slips into his bed and takes his place. I haven’t told him about it, because I feel so guilty snuggling up to this stud every morning. But I can’t help it… his warmth and softness are just too tempting.
I mean, could you resist?
Sleeping with Michael is like sleeping next to a space heater. I don’t have to wear anything at all (and usually don’t) because he keeps me nice and toasty warm. But he gets up for work much earlier than I have to get out of bed, and he leaves me shivering without him. The minute he leaves the room, however, another man slips into his bed and takes his place. I haven’t told him about it, because I feel so guilty snuggling up to this stud every morning. But I can’t help it… his warmth and softness are just too tempting.
I mean, could you resist?
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