5 1/2 months old now and she's a keeper. We took her for a walk to the woods. I had her in the stroller, but John thot it'd be easier to carry her. On the way back, he was anxious to get back to the stroller.
And this makes me chuckle because this is how he carried around our 4 kids all the time if they weren't strapped to his chest in a carrier. A good daddy and now a good grandpa!
Mylah's first hotel stay when we were at the wedding. Never heard her all night---that girl can sleep!
How did we ever get along without this little joy before?
Phil has a garden out here every year and shares his produce with us. This week he dug up potatoes and spent hours washing them and then lined them up on the porch to dry. They were separated according to kind and lined up according to size. OH MY!! I am a slob and would never work that hard for potatoes. He handed me the very smallest red potato---about the size of my little fingernail---and said it was for Mylah. The next day it started to rain and John chucked them all in boxes--the slob way. It was a shame to destroy such order.
Today all the cattle except Blind Boy were loaded up and shipped out. I dislike it every time it happens. When they were babies, I fed them twice a day and got them thru bouts of scours. It leaves a quiet, desolate feeling about the farm and I've had to cry a few times. And poor Henry the horse is traumatized each time when his companions go rumbling out of the yard. He starts running around whinning mournfully. Now he has no one to boss and lead because Blind Boy is a loner who is whacky. Come spring perhaps we can get another batch.....
A friend is having a baby boy around January 1st, so a quilt was in order. The back is rather dizzy-making for my eyes, but babies like all that stimulation. I hope he spends happy times cuddled in and laying under it.
Back. My assistant who holds the quilts seems to have been tipped to one side ;)