We hope you all had a good Memorial Day holiday.
We've decided that all weekends should be three days long. Life would just be better. Don't you agree?
Dadda and Uncle Battle worked hard on Saturday to get the most of the chicken coop built. Please excuse the cell phone pictures, as I haven't downloaded the pictures from my camera yet.
|The boys working hard.|
|No, our child didn't grow a 5 o'clock shadow. |
She had chocolate on her face from taste testing...
|We also washed the back porch while the boys worked outside. Evie was the warden of the porch - if the boys got too close to us, she shot 'em with the spray gun! (Notice Dadda standing out in the yard, out of her range!)|
|Our chickens have a pretty posh set-up, since Grandaddy Neal and Gabba Gabba gave us their leftover cedar shakes to use from their barn roof.|
|We just need to the final details now: frame the window, paint the trim, and I'll probably add a flower box for fun, and then hardware cloth around the bottom and frame out a large run for the chickens in the back!|
|Our little chicken farmer prepares for her babies to come home.|
On Monday afternoon we convinced Dadda to lay down his hammer and nails long enough to go to local pool and take a refreshing dip.
|Why can't I take my snacks in the pool? |
Goldfish like water too!
|The polka dot girls warming up in the afternoon sun.|
About two months ago, Ms. Mary Ann Rasmussen gave Momma and Evie their first tomato plant of the season. Much to our delight, we got our first big red juicy tomato this weekend!
|We added some olive oil, balsamic vinegar and a couple slices of cheese. |
Both Evie and Momma were in heaven!
Momma is off to San Antonio, Texas for the next few days to join a whole bunch of nuclear folks at the Society of Nuclear Medicine's annual meeting.
I'm excited to check out my hotel digs, since it's really close to both the Alamo and San Antonio's River Walk. More importantly, I'm ready to dig into a huge bowl of fresh guacamole that I'm sure I can find at the local Tex-Mex eateries. San Antonio restaurants: Consider yourselves warned! There's a pregnant lady with an appetite heading your direction!
Do you think Dadda and the Little Peach will miss me? Nah! Daddy-Daughter time is too much fun for them to notice that I'm gone. =o)