Piggies!

I feel so at home on the farm. (Not that it has anything to do with the mud or smell )

Here are the pictures to the previous post.

Everyone did a little- pouring stirring adding color, stirring,scooping dumping tamping, screeeting, (that was a lot of eeeeeeeeeeeees), smoothing, shaking, laughing, dancing, crying, burping... Cami did those last few. Teething again going on seven. Thanks to grandma for holding her even if she thought she would rather have her mumm.

garden bricks or maybe you could call them poetry stones. I like the way that sounds.

Everyone took home enough for dinner. That was the only rule- don't pick to sell at the flea market :o).