One bad swamp, rather--home to many wild hogs that feed off the crops. After weeks of late nights and early mornings scouting for wild hogs that have been tearing up a corn field, Jason finally brought home a trophy. He insisted I get out of bed to see this:
Thoroughly disgusting. And these are just babies.
He was probably returning the rude awakening, fair enough. I insisted he get up out of his Sunday-afternoon-living-room-floor coma to see this incredible cloud formation:
It was pretty cool--the kind of thing that makes you want to crack open ye olde Earth Science college textbook and study a bit.
In other news, Helen is much more loving and accepting of her baby brother Jax, as she calls him.
I just received a nice gift--entertained youngun's. Jason and I stayed up late Monday night to put a new play kitchen together for the kids. Their faces on Tuesday morning were worth it!
Necessary feature for an Owen-pleasing play kitchen: a microwave that goes ding. Try saying that to a salesman with a straight look on your face.