Hello, y’all. After a four-day weekend at a flea market and a water park (it’s a weird combination, I know) we are home again and getting back to our routine. School continues to run smoothly for us this year, and we are right on schedule in our 9th week. Wow! Has it really been nine weeks already? I feel like the year is flying by.
But no boring talk about schoolwork today. Nope, today I have nothing but the cutest pictures of Tacy Mae to share with y’all. Last week, Tacy turned the big “2,” so I decided to get out my camera and take a few pictures of the birthday girl.
With the cool, fall temperatures we’ve been having lately (if you can call 85 degrees “cool”) the monkeys have been spending lots of time outdoors, riding scooters, wandering in the woods, and playing with the dogs. Tacy’s favorite thing to do outside is to follow our chickens around and feed them their favorite treat of dried worms.
This is the first year we’ve had any white chickens – Leghorns, to be exact. Honestly, they are not my favorite. They look a little too “commercial” for my taste. Not to mention they are pretty flighty and they lay boring, white eggs. But at least they lay, right?
I know this next picture is not the greatest, but I love the way Tacy’s hair is flying about. It sort of looks like a chicken comb in this picture. Tacy has the softest, most wispy hair. I’m trying my hardest to let her bangs grow out, but it’s killing me! I can’t stand to see her hair down in her eyes, and she refuses to leave a barrette in for any length of time. I keep threatening to pull out my scissors and start whacking.
When she’s not chasing chickens, Tacy loves to swing. And for goodness sakes, don’t put her in a baby swing! Big girl swings only, please!
Recently, Tacy has begun posing for the camera. Check out her cheesy grin.
Sometimes the best pictures are the ones they aren’t aware you’re taking.
To keep Tacy from dumping out an entire bag of chicken treats (those things are expensive, by the way) I gave Tacy a bucket with just a few worms.
Tacy is getting to be quite the little boss. You can see below how she’s got that finger pointed, trying to tell the chickens what to do. I’ve heard that Tacy rules the roost in the church nursery too (pun intended).
Happy birthday, you little mischievous monkey! Mama loves you.