We spent a Sunday afternoon at a family friend's farm a couple weeks ago. We went to retrieve a fishing rod Steven left and she graciously allowed us to fish and roam while we were there. She has some cows too and they gave us a good showing with their mooing and fly swatting. I was showing the kids the udders and the conversation went something like this:
Grady: Well, they are all girls.
Me: Nope. There's one bull.
Grady: (pointing at the BIG bull) But that one has udders too.
Me: Nope.
Grady: Well what is that?
Me: His boy parts.
And then there was much giggling...
I may have caught a fish or two.
Please notice Reese's hands in the air in the picture above. We've been around several puppies and he always does the same thing. He puts his hands out to try to stop the puppy from licking and nipping, and the dog ends up doing just that--licking and nipping his hands. And he cries and is paralyzed with fear. We've tried to tell him he doesn't have to put his hands out like that when a puppy comes up to him. We told him to hold his hands up. So... there was a lab puppy out there and he walked around with his arms raised, even when the puppy was nowhere near:).
It's hard to see through all the pollen around here. It's even harder to see when your mask covers your entire face. I think he enjoyed the ride regardless...
I don't have the energy to write everything out but just for the record, Steven found out from work that we have to make a decision between moving back to Birmingham or him losing his job with Victory. It's been a tough, but great process and we are already seeing the Lord do some great and amazing things and give us Peace.





