We spent the weekend happily frolicking with cousins and grandparents in Spokane, and while Mitch and I were out looking at RVs (no, we did NOT buy one), Uncle Mark and Nana took all the kids to a farm that is owned by a friend of Uncle Mark. Jack, who will do anything for a buck, dove into piles of pig shit to grab this baby pig on the $5 bet that he couldn't catch one. The real loser of this bet was poor Aunt Kimmy, who had to launder six kids' pig-shit-covered clothes. Below is a picture of Grace after she got completely stuck in pig shit, stepped out of her boot, and stuck her sock into it. A wonderful time was had by all, and my children have been begging me for a farm ever since. Also, nothing says spring like an Easter egg hunt while it's snowing. Or a leopard print thong inside a plastic egg.
My new camera was waiting for me on the front porch when we got home last night, and soon I will figure out how to use it. Yay!
We spent the weekend happily frolicking with cousins and grandparents in Spokane, and while Mitch and I were out looking at RVs (no, we did NOT buy one), Uncle Mark and Nana took all the kids to a farm that is owned by a friend of Uncle Mark. Jack, who will do anything for a buck, dove into piles of pig shit to grab this baby pig on the $5 bet that he couldn't catch one. The real loser of this bet was poor Aunt Kimmy, who had to launder six kids' pig-shit-covered clothes. Below is a picture of Grace after she got completely stuck in pig shit, stepped out of her boot, and stuck her sock into it. A wonderful time was had by all, and my children have been begging me for a farm ever since. Also, nothing says spring like an Easter egg hunt while it's snowing. Or a leopard print thong inside a plastic egg.
My new camera was waiting for me on the front porch when we got home last night, and soon I will figure out how to use it. Yay!
How did Mitch like his thong?
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I think one of the older cousins found the thong, actually.
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