I'll Miss You

That's about what I had to say to Skyla before she dove into the oblivion that is her tent. Auntie Megan bought this for her, and she hasn't been able to use it until this week---because it's been at Nannie and Grandpa Nev's the whole time we've been in Scotland.
She sleeps in it, plays in it, lives in it, and well, I miss her. That blasted tent has eaten my poor little girl up. Just look at her. She doesn't like it one BIT.

Down On the Farm

Apparently, it's normal here, or maybe it is in the States too and I just never happened upon it, but I found a damn feather stuck to my egg in the carton I bought from a store equivalent to Meijer or Walmart in the industrialized GLASGOW.

Then down on the ACTUAL Farm......this was my room.