The baby chicks

Earlier this summer, we took a field trip to see Uncle Todd and Krystal's new baby chicks! 

This was also a brand new chicken house with the first flock of chickens, so this trip was well played on my part!!  :)

Smalls and I had never been in a chicken house before and we were amazed at just how many babies could fit in there! 

AND this was just half of the house!

The sound of thousands of little peeps sweetly filled the room as they scurried away from us and fought over tiny bits of paper. They were pretty entertaining to watch! 

Smalls finally got up the courage to hold one.

They were all so stinkin' cute, 

but she really liked the pink ones! 

The baby chicks now have a regular spot on her night-time prayer list! 

It is hard to imagine that when it is finally time to say good-bye to the chicks, that you won't be able to see the ground at all! 

Waist up formal

Hubs had a friend that turned the big 4-0 back in February so, to commemorate this joyous milestone, a small group of friends took a little weekend get away to a cabin in North Georgia. 

This is the back of said cabin...not sure why we failed to take one of the front?

Oh, wait! I know! 

Because the Birthday Boy commandeered my camera and had a fun little photo shoot with some of the other boys. 

Here's a little snippet of what I found when I downloaded my pics....

 

In reality though, it was the mack-daddy of all cabins. There was no 'roughing it' in this castle!

Just check out our dining room! This called for a SPECIAL birthday dinner! 

Formal, even!

The girls baked a homemade, from scratch, birthday cake!

And everyone had their own dish to prepare. 

Asparagus...

Twice baked potatoes...

Fillets grilled to perfection...

And me? Well, someone had to document THIS!

I present to you....

Waist up formal.

(We were at a cabin in the middle of nowhere after all! Lets not get too crazy!)

Bow ties. Check!

Snazzy tops with pajama bottoms. Check!

My favorite knee-high house shoes? Duh, of course!

We rocked the waist up formal like no body's business!

The birthday boy even broke out his wedding vest and jacket for the special occasion.

This could go down as one of our best ideas ever!

It was time for the cake.

This was Vickie's famous recipe so we had to conference her in on the singing of Happy Birthday and ultimate cake presentation. 

To which the birthday boy (who is now dead to me) replied, 

"It looks like it was made by a bunch of girls that don't cook much....

...but it tastes good!"

Making her racing debut

Little did Smalls know that, not only would this be her first Biscuits game, but she'd also be making her racing debut! That's right she competed in her first ever Baby Race. 

Here she is pretending to be nervous while sizing up the competition. 

During this clingy phase that she's currently going through, I considered it a win that she actually let the Biscuits Girl take her away from me without having a major meltdown. 

The track was down...

...she spotted me at the finish line...

there may or may not have been a false start

...and then those other babies ate her dust!

Like a Boss!

 The Baby Racing Champion of the World!!!

Not sure if this will work, but just in case, here's the video. 

This week in pictures

I definitely owe you guys some updated pictures, so here are a few to get you by. (11 months)

My girl now has two bottom teeth, four top teeth, AND one of those top teeth is a molar!

The next few pictures were taken yesterday. I can't get over how much this outfit makes her look like a big girl. Well, the outfit and the fact that she is standing without holding on to the chair!!!! 

(I'm soooo not ready for walking!!! Anyone want to come help put those little locks on cabinet doors/drawers?)

These pics are blurry, but CRACKED me up. I went to the little girls' room for two minutes and came back to a photo shoot with G$ and CeeLo....

Bhahahahah!!!!

Hope you have a happy Friday!

Simple Math

Weekend math problem at our house:

16 year old girl’s sleep over + 1 golf cart load of neighborhood boys = 1 stressed out daddy
1 dad + 1 front sprinkler system = 0 flirtatious boys knocking at the front door

 
Any questions?

Outside the bun

Why do these little packets own me?!?!?

Their funny little sayings get me every time!