between a rock and a crazy place...

Happy birthday to my big, spoiled baby! Russell is a year old! It's hard to believe my little bottle-fed boy is so big now, but he's still just as ridiculous. I love that doofus.

Last day of groups with my kiddos, so third, fourth, and fifth are getting their bookmarks with reading strategies on the back. Now on to five weeks of SOL testing...

9th great-grandfather, Thomas Horton Stanley. From U.S. Quaker Meeting Records, 1681-1935: "Att a Mo Meeting held at Wm Porter Jun the 18th of the 11 month 1706 -- Thomas Standley comeing to this meeting and sayeth that he owns the Crime of Drunkeness and is heartily sorry for it but friends are resolved to wait to see his further life and conversation before they receive him into felowship and if his life preach what his tongue saith then they are wiling to own him again." Probably wasn't Thomas's first time getting condemned by the other Quakers...

This is a fully relaxed calf. Sweet Abraham. But why are you in the dirt?

Happy birthday to the best big brother! I love you, Stevie!! @steven.h.hall

Abraham! Or as he is commonly known around here, Baby Abey. We've been bottle feeding Abe for a little over two weeks. Apparently I'm the momma to another calf.

Russell: 1. Hand: 0. Almost 11 months of living with this calf and he continues to be an ass.

Home.

Momma Kitty is finally coming home! After four days in intensive care, an MRI, and a spinal tap, the cause of her seizures is still unknown. But I'm thankful for no brain tumor and no stroke! Can't wait to get home and see my girl!

Those little feet on that little fella.

This was after I bent over to pick up the piece I dropped and he licked my head. Russell loves apples, clearly.

Seven years ago today, my boys (and their two sisters) were born! They may not snuggle up together like they did when they were tiny, but they're still adorable. Happy birthday Joey, Emmitt, and Sam!

Look at this doofus. So cute, Joe.

Oh, Emmitt. This happened while waiting for @steven.h.hall to show up. Troublesome red dot...

Zoey decided to sit on Edwin because he got on her pillow.

Five minutes into this.

This is not my kitty. This kitty will not come in my house. I have willpower. Right? .........Right? Little Francis Irwin. (I may be in trouble now that he's been given a middle name...)