my new 8 year old

Time flies as the clouds rush by and now my second daughter is already 8.

I bought her a darling hand made Waldorf doll, simple, pure, and sweet. She is weighted doll, which means she is filled with millet and has a settling, reassuring quality to her. Jewel loved her.

She had a wonderful birthday, and although her cake looked as though a squirrel made it, it was delicious and chocolaty! (or is that with an ey?)

a boy and his chickens

What's a guy to do when he needs a captive audience for his thoughts? Chickens of course. These lovely ladies are most assuredly enjoying his musings on a cold November afternoon. And, could someone please send my son some pants? *laughs* I've obviously been somewhat neglectful.