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Sunday, October 5, 2014

2014 Farm Camp

This poor old blog. I actually really miss it. I'm not sure where to start so I'm just going to upload some pictures and go from there and try to do a little catch up.

Okay, so here was one of our many summer highlights. This was our second annual "Farm Camp". We had cousins visiting from Connecticut, some from Salt Lake, and second cousins from down the street. We started by taking our duck Kiko on a walk around the block, dressed up in the Independence Day Get-Up from Gwendolyn (may she rest in peace). I had this little guy trained up to follow me really well, then he went out back and got hormones and started annoying the female ducks.

We then proceeded to get individual photos with the duck. Notice how his lengthy Indian Runner Neck is swayed to the ground (get me out of here?) so it looks like sweet little mutts holding a dead duck.

Not Pictured: Homemade Cheese by The Mister of the House, Psychedelic Fruit Leather, Front Porch Fairy Garden, Under-Rabbit Worm Farm, Homemade Rabbit treats, and stuff and stuff.

Labels: fun with nature, Gwendolyn the Goose, offspring, responsible agriculture

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Kidd Family Camp 2013

Since 1999 I have been invited to The Mister's extended family camp. Back then, it was aunts and uncles, Grandma n' Grandpa, and cousins. Being the oldest grandchild, The Mister of the House was the first to bring in an "outsider" via marriage.

The tradition for family camp was going strong for a couple decades before I showed up. Grandma and Grandpa and Aunts and Uncles have watched the metamorphosis that I now witness: little punks, puberty, adulthood, marriage, kids, repeat.

We are getting to be quite the group. Of course there are some that are far away and could not make it, and they were missed.

This year I decided to document camp with a fun little project. Individual camp portraits were taken with something from camp that represents that person's favorite color. I have to add that I just finished a Family Reunion with my siblings, and it was out-of-state, and I was lacking time and energy, so no such documentation occurred there, but it was not for lack of love.

With that, I now present The Kidd Family Camp of 2013 and it's smart and incredibly good-looking attendants:

Type rest

Grandpa Jack was particular about his blue. Azure blue. I finally grabbed my hat with some blue-green jewels and it seemed a little closer to his mark.

Grandma Darling in her camp chair that leans back. Comforts at camp can be hard to come by, but I dare say we were spoiled.

Sorry Carol, the Doritos and Dr. Pepper didn't make the cut. This picture was just too perfect.

You needed the perfect sunlight to catch the undertones of "midnight blue" in this motorcycle - sunlight which I didn't have. Doesn't diminish the cool factor right? When I'm ready to play out my mid-life crisis I'll just borrow this haawg and head to the desert.

Cherie isn't able to spend all of camp for health reasons, but we caught her this night wearing her favorite color.

Sorry Matt, this picture is not in black and white. Good one though.

Purple is tough, but I think we caught some mountain majesties in the background. Someday, when I have an empty nest and truckloads of patience, I'll have Janet teach me to make a real quilt. She is a fabric artist.

Greg shedding some grandpa love on a burgundy sleeping pad.

This is a woman after my own heart. I wish she would revamp my entire wardrobe.

The fabric arts live on, via daughters of Janet. A purple skirt being stitched was stolen for this photo op. Lovely.

Josh creatively posed this himself, covering all the colors on the croquet stick but his favorite.

Dear drought, you provided excellent focus for Abby's favorite color.

His blue tie-dye is swallowing the red. Get it?

Mom conjectured red because Ben loves Elmo and Lightning McQueen. Donate to Ben's rare disease here.

Norma was just considering changing her favorite color to aquamarine (that is a good one). For now, the Christmas Queen holds on to this classic holiday hue. This is how you organize drinking cups for your massive family.

Purple really is my favorite color. But white has made such an impressive leap on my list that I decided to go with white.

The kid is obsessed with water, so we went with blue.

Holly and Adam both stated they don't have a favorite color. They pacified me via green. BTW, how can a designer NOT have a favorite color?

Who goes back to law school after having a couple of kids? Kristen and Marshall do that's who. Wow!

Clay is a successful non-profiteer and Jen runs a classic design agency.

I'm not sure how I'm suppose to get to know my new nephew when his family moves to INDIA, so we'll just thank the internet in advance for keeping us up-to-date on the lives of these fellow travelers.

I thought about "sciencing" my results, but honestly right now my brain hurts. Seriously, blue and green kindof bossed the show right?

Labels: Marriage, offspring, Olsen Multimedia

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Summer Snippet

The summer is whizzing by. I don't quite have the heart to tell my kids that school is starting in less than a month. Our cousins that moved to Connecticut last year have been back "home" for much of the summer, so it has been great to play catch up with them.

Dude, look at those ribs.

This girl is now twelve, a big number in Mormon-dom. She's now officially a "Young Woman" and went to Girls Camp for the first time.

This little mutt reminds me of "Boo" on Monsters Inc. Sometimes I like to think of little people as reincarnated crazy elves.

Are you seeing it yet?

How about now?

I like this picture. It's fluid, ya?

It's no secret, 6th grade was tough for my daughter. This was partly because her two besties from school up and left. It was a rare and sweet reunion for them to play together this summer. We're hoping that one of them comes back for 7th grade.

Here's Holly and Aunt Sharleen....or is it Sharlene? Sharleen (I'm feeling the double-e version) brought her granddaughter for a week or so and we all had some good times cooking hotdogs. Here's Boo getting some attention from the Auntie. Have I mentioned I'm no one's favorite aunt? I get it, and I'm okay with it. There's way too many richer, funner, eager-beaver people I'm competing with so I've come to terms.

Me messing around with the zoom lens and playing around with the focus. If I was a real photographer I would have made sure the stupid plastic toys weren't in the background. Hollyhocks are everywhere around her and I have a love-hate thing going on with them.

These two are full-blooded brothers. The contrast blows my mind sometimes.

Our muscovy ducks are doing a great job eating mosquitoes from the pond. I wonder if he sees wonder in these two-legged beasts the same way I do.

Where's Ruby and Gideon? Maybe next time.

Labels: offspring

Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Winter Lull but Still Eating the Fatted Calf

One of my goals in 2012 was to lessen the garden waste due to end of summer burnout. Are you familiar with this? You have buckets and buckets of corn and you take the time to pick it, haul it, shuck it (*ahem, this taken a few days in years past) and by the time you're ready to process it for the freezer it's starchy and gross.

In July, I spent 2 weeks to find the perfect shade of aquamarine for the farm. Red, White, & Aquamarine--kind of Americana with a twist. I priced a high quality paint, swept in during a one a year rebate, then brought it home with big plans to freshen up some outbuildings once the kids started back in school.

But the thing is, once the kids started back in school the garden was unloading harvest after harvest upon us. It was a frenzy. So the bucket still sits in the garage, and August, September, and October I was in the kitchen canning garden produce!

Here are a few long overdue (I don't think I updated much about our own garden last year) pictures from Our 2012 Garden.
Prepare to do the scroll dance.

We had some raised beds built in the spring. Here we planted the traditional 3 sisters. 3 sisters equals corn, pole beans, and squash.

Here they are the beginning of July starting to take off.

By harvest time I found some squash bugs that had been hiding under the leaves. I tried to use the most organic chemical-free methods to promote garden health and for the most part it worked.

Here I just sprayed the squash bugs with a solution of water with a little Ivory Soap. Ivory Soap is one of the most biodegradable soaps there is. Just spray spray spray and eventually they seize up and just quit. To get the eggs, check the underside of leaves, grab some packing tape and pull them off with the sticky side of the tape.

Here the 3 sisters near harvest time. This bed we planted sugar-pie pumpkin which are the perfect size for steaming, pureeing, then freezing for pumpkin muffins throughout the year.

I feel quite passionate about providing fun creative avenues for the kids to play in the garden setting. I was enamored with the idea of a labyrinth (labyrinths are different than a maze! I won't elaborate to spare the boring details) so I found a pattern I liked and roughly shaped it out with flour. Then we added new compost to the pattern and planted in that.

Here's the Labyrinth shortly after planting. Eventually I laid down layers of cardboard in the paths to suppress weeds and it did a great job! I planted a hybrid corn called Optimum Sweet because it is a very tall corn (and more importantly, a very sweet corn).

By harvest time it just looked like a big corn patch! Eventually we had a big white PVC teepee at the end of the labyrinth along with 4 chairs for little people. I'm kindof totally ticked off to report that my kids were scared of wasps all summer. Next year I will come up with a game that will lure them in more effectively. Also, I hope the coming year doesn't have the wasp problem that we had.

Two boys running through the tall corn. We had some of our "Labyrinth Corn" in our soup tonight!

This shows the teepee a little better, along with my best garden helper last year, Gideon. He loved to be outside with me while I worked in the garden.

Blurry!

Here was another addition last summer. We took cattle panels and bent them. They act as a support to peas, beans, while shading the cooler crops like spinach, salad, and broccoli. Here it is pretty early on when our peas were starting to take off.

Prior to a weedfest, my little orphan child in the hoophouse.

A little later we got some mulch down to help with the weeds. This is my favorite picture of Leif in the garden.

I strung lights around the opening, it was so magical at night! But darnit it didn't last with garden sprinklers hitting it 3 times a week! Baby + Baby Rake = Happiness.

At the mouth of the hoophouse is the sandbox. I wanted to clean it up a bit and bought lots of wooden alphabet letters, sea shells, and glass coins. Here's my two blondies having fun!

This is my favorite picture of the hoophouse. I took some old sheets to keep the shade coming. Boy did we have a HOT summer.

Also, did you know it takes about 8 hours to shell enough peas for a big pot of creamy potatoes and peas? I had so many, and they were so intensive to shell, that we did have much go to waste in the pea department :(

After trying to grow a plethora of items in this top tier, I finally broke down in July and just planted the drought tolerant Portulaca flowers. They filled it up nicely and could handle the HEAT.

Tomato guy!

We planted a cover crop of Clover after harvesting fava beans. They will enrich the soil, suppress weeds, and provide happiness for our bees in the spring.

The Mister of the House was cute. I would stack a box of completed jars and ask him to take them downstairs, but instead he kept stacking them in the piano room. He wanted to keep seeing our progress and take a picture when we were done.

Although I know there are many awesome woman who canned more produce than I did, I was happy with the progress we made. We still have lots of food preserved and it is serving our family well.

Sadness = roasting peppers and garlic for a tomato sauce, only to ruin the entire HUGE patch with too much parsley for the garden. Lame!

Peach Basil Jam and Dehydrated Pears.

The pears came to Idaho with me and my mom helped me put them up. Thanks mom!

Green tomato relish, peach jam (sweetened with honey), and peaches!

I love this jar of salsa with a mashed avocado and fresh cilantro. Also good on it's own!

Here's our parting shot. We took some trimmed branches and made an arch leading from the garden/yard to the "farm" area. I love it! Looking from the farm into the garden. Stay out chickens!

Labels: fun with nature, garden, Garden Tours, offspring, responsible agriculture

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Valentine's Day and Boys Beware

The blah factor of winter always gets an uplift in February. Just as I was contemplating a fun toy or goodie to make for the kids school Valentine's, the kids started coming up and asking: "Mom have you done my Valentine yet?"

It's so fun to make it personal, that I sat right down and started making their Valentine's.

Isaac's obsession with mustaches found a perfect outlet in a mustache trend you can find all over the web. I'm sure your kid got a similar Valentine in their box.

These Valentine's were designed with ease on www.PicMonkey.com. I love this picture because when Isaac asked me to take it, he posed himself with his knee up to the side, elbow on the knee, and concentrated Mona Lisa Smile on his face.

We made a hole punch on each side of the heart and we slid a sucker through it. It almost looked like an arrow shooting through the heart.

If there was a current catch-phrase that could sum up Isaac right now in his life, it would be this: I'm STARVING! (perpetual snacker and carbohydrate radar at home, abroad, in public or private)

Leif was a little disappointed with his Valentine. I couldn't help writing a poem to go with our recent tree adventure. We sliced the picture above and below his mitten so we could squeeze a Valentine pencil into his mitten.

The catch-phrase for Leif right now would be this: Buckle Up!

He is such a good boy, is eager to live up to expectations. He wisely cautions us to follow the rules every single time, without fail, whenever we get in the car.

Chloe is at a crossroads in her life. Instead of passing out Valentine's in her classroom, she participated in a Valentine Etiquette Dance. We designed her Valentine to pass out to close buddies and family.

We taped it the top of a hot cocoa packet. It seemed perfect since she's the best farmer helper in the house and we are raising pigs. This was my first photoshop project, and the hair could have been cleaned up a bit. The original picture I found on shutterstock.

I personally thought the school etiquette dance was very cute. The perfect age to show an example of asking nicely, accepting with kindness, and learning the two-step instead of an MTV-worthy bump and grind.

All the kids in middle school received a dance card. There was then a painful couple of days where people had to fill each other's dance cards.

She begged for high heels. After telling her she wouldn't even be able to walk, twisting her ankle, and other "You'll shoot your eye out!" worthy warnings, I actually broke down when I found a pair of glittery blue heels for $7 at TJ Maxx. I told myself it was ok since she wasn't boy crazy.

I was officially my mother- living through the daughter going to the dance young and free.

So mom, here's the heels. Do you wish you were sixteen again?

All in all, there was 5 group dances and 5 partner dances where they learned things like the cha-cha, the two step, and the like.

We found a matching blue belt, blue glittery earrings to tie in the outfit with her perfectly pink dress.

This is the beginning of the end. Stop growing up!

Labels: creativity, offspring

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Quiet Giants and Why Feeling Small is Good for the Soul

Back in the 80's when I was a mutt, my parents loaded everyone up and took us to Oregon and Northern California. It was such a stark contrast to my Idaho and it's own form of beauty. Luscious, deep, and bursting with life, I fell in love first with the city parks in Oregon. I remember everyone having lunch in a park in Medford, Oregon, marveling at a bicyle world that I could only dream of as a gutter rider on Apache Avenue. Hilly parks with paved trails, including bridges for bicycles! All of this on top of tennis courts, basketball courts, and lots of playground equipment.

It was a trip never to forget, especially because just as we were descending into Redwood Country I got sick and huddled over a barf mug for an entire day. I up-chucked twelve times. Twelve times! With each disgusting release of my stomach, I added a tally mark in my head and felt my martyr status grow.

Yet...and yet! I was lost in a marvelous world of trees unfathomable in size. By day two, I was cured, and happily scurried into the intended frame as viewed by my mother and her silver Minolta camera, capturing everything on Kodak.

And so it was with great anticipation, that I scoured the internet to find a Redwood Grove the little Olsen's could visit on a recent trip to the Sierra Nevada Region of California. Even in the heart of winter, it did not disappoint. So we have the Olsen's meet Calaveras Big Trees State Park.

We stayed at Angels Camp, the site of an old gold-miners camp during the Gold Rush. I checked the weather report for Angels Camp, noted a high of 61 for the day, then promptly tucked away our winter boots. My little clothes-horse Isaac, the only one with multiple jacket options, was downgraded to his red jacket.

We drove the short 20 miles to Big Trees Park (near Arnold, California) and found ourselves with snow-packed trails, garnering me the mother of the year award as my little man slowly froze throughout the day.

Fortunately, hats and mittens were in our car still. Here's Isaac after he inherited mom's mittens and hat.

While much of the summer lushness is gone in winter, I found visiting Calaveras Big Trees State Park in January to be almost perfect. We practically had the entire trail to ourselves (North Grove Trail) and the combination of green foliage and red trees against a plain white canvas was visually delightful.

White, Green, Brownish-Red. Downright perfect if you ask me.

This grove is interspersed with pines and cedar, as you can see in the foreground.

The North Grove Trail was a flat 1.5 mile loop that had 26 stops narrated by the park booklet available for 50 cents. It truly was teaching a lesson about the history of the grove, and inspiring visitors to be better protectors of wild places.

There was an irony, as I found myself most excited for photo ops at the places where these trees were exploited most. Here's a few examples:

This is the mack-daddy tree. It was discovered (white-man discovered) in 1852 and quickly spread through Goldminers Camps and beyond to the east. A year later, speculators came and chopped the thing down. It took 21 days with augers and wedges as no saw was big enough, and still then the symmetrical giant didn't fall for a few days. And yet, it fulfills my curiosity of knowing just how big are these trees?

After it was felled, they used the stump as a dance stage.

An early drawing showing the Discovery Tree Stump dance floor. The lithograph caption reads: The Stump and Trunk of the MAMMOTH TREE of Calaveras. Showing a Cotillion Party of Thirty-two Persons Dancing on the Stump at one time.” Source

Here's Leif, Chloe, and Isaac at differing perspectives, all standing atop the massive "Discovery Stump".

Here's the "Mother of the Forest". Her bark was harvested in 8 foot sections, in order to be rebuilt in an exhibit in New York and London. This prompted a growing chorus of outrage, as this thousand-plus year old tree was now defunct in opportunities to carry nutrients and sugar through the structure.

Near the end of the loop you come to this carved tunnel. Such a fun photo op right? This was carved in the 1880's after Yosemite (somewhat close) had carved a similar tunnel and was stealing tourism traffic away from Calaveras. You can find these sorts of things all over different groves in Northern California. It is now illegal to do this to these protected trees.

The exploited trees in the grove did meet my needs of curiosity and my pretenses of being a scientist. Well just how big is it around? (Well step on it, we chopped it down!) Well, just how tall are they? (We harvested it's bark, come take a look!) Could you live in it, drive through it, or walk through it? (You bet, we hacked a clearing right through the center!).

With our stopping and learning at each new avenue, it became clear how much kids are sponges. You have to be careful! They lack maturity to find balance. Soon I could hear statements like: "Why would they do that to the Mother Tree? Why are people so mean? People are so bad!" until there was a reassurance that the Mother Tree was perhaps content in teaching a lesson, and how there was much excitement and goodness all around.

Here's some more pictures of our visit. We stayed about 2 hours, and the kids reactions were exactly what I was hoping for. Amazement! Magic! Wonder!

Prepare to crank your neck up a lot. Here's The Mister with sunburst and wonder.

There's four of us at differing depths of this fallen tree. Can you find us all?

Here I am inside the same tree, now I'm looking out to the clan.

Here is Isaac standing by the plackard showing a picture from this spot 100+ years ago. Notice the background as dad films brother and sister making their way through the long tunnel.

Below, is a fuller angle of this fallen "Father-of-the-Forest".

These big trees were often named after famous people in the 1800's. This tree was named "Abraham Lincoln" just after his martyrdom in 1865. In honor of Abe's #1 fan (Herm-Daddy) and one of the BEST movies of 2012, we though we'd all take a chance to take a picture with ole Abe.

Starting to get cold. Hey buddy, we'll go eat some lunch soon!

Look how he can turn off those waterworks just like that!

What a handsome boy in his new Christmas coat, mittens, and hat!

Is it legal to put this many pictures on a post!

That's a wrap. My #1 regret and bit of advice, visit this place with a ball of yarn. Loop it around one of these trees and cut it. Place in a jar with some pine needles for a fun memory display.

Adios!

Labels: Apache Avenue Memories, enviro tips, fun with nature, offspring

Friday, August 24, 2012

Garden Tour: Norma's Weekend Garden

I'm so excited to give my second garden tour on ye olde blog. Today we will be visiting the garden of a woman who has been drawing house plans on scratch paper since she was about 9. When I see an empty room waiting for a move, and plan for a dining room, sectional, and buffet table, she will wisely tell me I just have room for ONE of those. And why is this woman helping me look at empty houses to move into? It's because she is my mother-in-law (and no I'm not moving).

Ironically, she has never built her own house, but she has put her finishing touches to make it her own. Several years ago, she did a major overhaul on her yard. I was so excited with the turnout. Let's take a look:

(click on the image for a better view)

The veg patch is right off the front yard. The cedar beds are nearly waist high, making soil drainage excellent, and your back happy. The day we came to take pictures and have dinner, Norma made a delicious pan of Spaghetti Squash Lasagna, with ingredients right from her garden. Lovely.

I love the crunch of the pea gravel under my feet.

I call it "The Weekend Garden" because there's been many times when that is the only time Norma is around. But it is designed to get soaked with the automatic sprinklers and waits for her to return.

Off the back porch are some ready access herbs close to the kitchen. Baby turns the corner and enters the oasis zone, where many a lovely summer dinners take place.

Gorgeous right?

These pavers are perfect for Rocky Mountain Zone 5. They have a flexibility so they don't get cracks like a concrete pad is at risk to do in the bitterness of winter. Trex decking makes the raised eating area low maintenance and timeless.

My two chocolates.

Here's Chloe "acting natural". Is it working? See the white garden lights hanging along the fence? I wished I had been able to stay until dusk, so I could capture my favorite glow-time. White lights in the garden seem so essential to me now. Let's take a closer look.

There's a grassy patch for little mutts to wander...

...and roll.

On the grassy patch is the classic Mormon Staple: The Trampoline. Here the older boys wrestle, roll, squeeze, steamroll, and trip. It seriously never ends.

Everyone's happy at this place!

Labels: creativity, Garden Tours, offspring

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Seventh Heaven at the Piggly Wiggly

Earlier this month we sent our pigs to the county fair. After 3 years of raising pigs over the summer, we finally figured out:

A) How to get the pigs from the very back of our one-acre lot- through the farm gate, past the garden (which they could destroy in point-five seconds)...and between the yard gate into a waiting trailer.

After much hoo-hawing and general running around, my father-in-law saved the day. "How about we corner them into the horse fence and drag the fence through the yard." The horse panels are strong and light, so Herm-Daddy, The Mister of the House, and Mrs. Olsen lugged it over the creek, up the hill, unlatched it through the gate, blah blah blah. Pigs! But my garden was safe, we got them in the trailer, so it was all worth it.

In order to have "fair pigs" they need to be born in January or March. Here they are in August. They weighed in at 277 pounds for the girl and 305 pounds for the boy. The boy was disqualified because he was too big. My girl (my actual girl, not pig girl) walked them and brought them scraps every day over the summer.

Some years (like before this year) it's easy to find a good fair pig. This year? We had a tough time. We ended up getting pigs from an ornery old-timer who seemed to think the world (or at least city zoning laws) were out to get him. Cause they were.

These pigs had "poo daggetts" encrusted all over when they came to us in the spring. What are poo daggets? Nuggets of dirt and stinky pig poo dread-locked into their hair.

We hosed them, soaped them, scrubbed them, chased them, hosed them. I was so grossed out but at the same time, felt like I was doing a rescue mission. Here pig, let me save you....so I can eat you later. Messed up? Maybe. But they had a good life, enough space to keep relatively clean, organic feed, and plenty of water.

Here's Chloe tap-tap-tapping her pig around in front of the judge. After watching a few rounds, I noticed they started taking pigs one by one and putting them in individual stalls. Eventually, there's just one or two pigs left and these are the prize pigs. So the first one in the stall = last place pig.

So here come The Olsen's with poo dagget pig mutts and I wonder if the judges would notice. And yes, every pig from zoning freak got last place. The judge tried to be nice when they exited the arena. "This pig is adequate size...adequate weight. But like I said I just wish I could take this pig apart and put him back together".

FYI, short squat with wide hips win the day. I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Lucky day Grandpa Anderson visited the pigs (and the Olsen's) at the farm. It's fun to ask advice from my dad. He grew up on a farm and fled fled fled for a better and cleaner life. I'm sure he wonders where I came from when I run to the dirty germ-infested farm life (wait, that's my mom).

While looking at tractors with Chloe, he laughed when she saw a small tractor and exclaimed "Oh that tractor is A-dorable!".

Here's Olsen's-Don't-Know-What-They're-Doing Part II. We sold 7 goats a month before fair, just wanting to get them off the property and be done.

Lo and behold we see one of our goats showcased at the fair, with a purple grand prize ribbon. We wanted to yank it and put it on OUR chest, after all we bottle fed these goats for two stinkin' months. Give me that ribbon!

Here's Chloe in the last-place stall with Petunia the Pig. We're just starting to realize that there's a good chance that the fair will be during Leif's birthday every year. So this little trooper hung out at the fair while everyone puffed about sister and her pig. She got $11 for showcasing her pig, and little brother couldn't believe it! I know he was calculating what Legos he could buy if he had that money.

Here's a little reminder at the fair. Leif's holding up 7 fingers so we know that this fair year, he turned SEVEN.

Leif is great. Here's what makes him an awesome part of our family:

He loves his baby brother twin. Every morning he gets him out of the crib and brings him to me.

He is quiet and observant, but surprisingly confident. I was afraid he would be sensitive about things (friend troubles, or ?) but he is always quick to laugh.

He and little brother Isaac play together all summer. Isaac's friends are all Leif's buddies, and Leif lets him tag along without a complaint. They really are best little buds.

He is an awesome reader, the best in his class.

We had a party for him before the fair, so we made sure he felt special on his day. Buenos Dias folks!

Labels: Keeping it Real, offspring, pigs, responsible agriculture, Vanilla Wafer