Visiting the Neighbors

Whenever we run out of eggs, I love telling the kids to go get some more from these friendly neighbors in our village. They keep us well-supplied. Just a five minute walk, and payment is made with the honor system.

There really is such a difference from store-bought eggs. We are so lucky to have chickens living next door. The kids get such a kick out of it!


After a crazier-than-usual morning at work, I went home early after my limbs puffed up like pastries.

Fortunately, my knees are getting their shape back. I wore a dress today, and so others noticed and expressed concern when they saw them looking like dough-balls. I was like, “No, no, this is just the joy of the third trimester.”

Figures I would turn into a carb that I can’t eat. Feet propped. Hydrated. Rested. Hoping to deflate enough to enjoy a quiet weekend.