We're just waiting for the day a chicken sneaks in.
The kids often play in the backyard while I cook dinner. This night I look out the back window and see Nolan talking on the play phone pointing in the chicken coop. I think he likes talking to the chickens and spying on them.
I pulled the drawer out under the stove to rescue a car. Daisy goes under the stove and guards the crumbs under there from Dorito. She thinks she the dominant dog now that Dorito's getting old.
I saw these at the Dollar Store and thought that Isaac might enjoy them. It looked great at first then he wanted to mix all the colors together. He's happy with the outcome and that's all that matters. Pay no attention the newspaper that I used to cover the table.