Waiting for English class to start on my front porch. Don’t let this photo fool you; they only come for the stickers.
What we do after class.
The kids. Missing one or two.
This right here may just be the sole reason I never have children. I make sure to tell her this on a regular basis.
Cooking the goat that we killed for Father’s Day. Those are my host parents behind me.
Dancing bachata with my host dad one night on my family’s porch. Why am I a giant? (Oh right, all that milk I drank as a child…)
One of my many horse riding adventures. Yes, my feet pretty much dragged on the ground. Again, why am I a giant?
And now, Plum’s eating adventures, because that’s always fun…
Cow jaw.
Goat neck.
Purina Dog Chow. Finally. (She doesn’t always look this goofy; she’s mid-chew).
All that milk and dad’s 34″ inseam. Like I’ve said before, your height is the one thing you can’t blame on me.
Mom
By: Mom on August 17, 2011
at 4:06 PM
The kids are so cute, the goat sounds great to eat depending on what the goat ate, don’t put yourself down, the goat is a shorty – no doubt about it and I love pictures of Plum! Patty
By: Patty on August 17, 2011
at 7:56 PM
Plum has gotten so big! But she fits right in with your “giant” scenario. “You can change your pants, but you can’t change your genes”, as Mike says.
See you in a month!
By: Hannah on August 19, 2011
at 12:36 AM