Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Baptism by Goats

Not really.

That would be gross.

But despite all my wishing, the logisitics of having one in "real" school, one in daycare, one car, and S having a newish job, my maternity leave plans for a weeks long roadtrip to SC never came together.

I'm so glad we were able to put a couple of days together over Christmas, for the vaunted Edwards tradition of meeting Ms. McDonald's goats (and chickens!)

(Don't ask about R's outfit.  It was the confluence of feeling potty trained enough to no longer carry back up clothes.  We called him a soccer player.  He accepted.  Mostly)

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