The only thing Raven loves more than snow is mud. A year ago today, Jack shocked all of us–me the
I warn the girls that eating snow can be kind of yucky if they aren’t careful. Raven doesn’t really listen.
Trying out all the different colors Santa brought the girls. Since I’ve already admitted I’m a painting addict, I’m might
We’ve had one snowfall this year and already, I’m a bit sour about snow, probably from last year’s never-ending winter.
These two barely ever sit still. Raven’s had a friend over for a week and he’s just her type: active,
Raven stretching her legs while we had a family night bonfire. Raven and I are averaging about three mile jogs
Raven LOVES Jack. Sometimes, Jack and Raven go out for some mutual exercise. Similar to mutual goofiness.
Raven trying to get Hercules to scratch her tummy. I think we’ve finally reached equilibrium on the farm: all the
Our inherited doghouse. Being in the doghouse usually has a negative connotation unless A) you’re a dog and B) you’re
Though Jack often is away at work, slaying dragons working to provide for his family, his heart is never far
While I worked on the chicken coop and run for the girls’ three not-so-small-anymore chicks, it began to sprinkle. Seeking shelter,
Having owned a basset hound and a greyhound (he was great for sprinting but was useless on the long run),
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