They hunted but didn't kill and when they got back I made everyone a big breakfast of eggs and bacon and biscuits and then I took Owen outside so every one could eat in peace. Mr. O. enjoyed being outdoors and we went to see the chickens and rocked in the porch swing. He was happy for quite awhile until he suddenly realized he was AWAKE and THERE WAS NO BOOB IN HIS MOUTH! so I took him in to Lily who was through with her breakfast and he got his. Breakfast, that is.
And of course we had to take his picture, dressed in his camo with his father and grandfather. And there you have it. Don't I have darling men?
Much to do today and so I need to go. I have to go do data entry for Mr. Moon and go see Mr. Waylon and I also have a chicken who needs tending. Sam keeps attacking Miss Betty and she is not well and I am worried sick. So I'm going to go give her the elixir of Centrum Silver and sugar water.
I would hate to lose Miss Betty. She's so dear.
Anyway, here I go. It's a beautiful day, Lily and Jason and Owen are on my front porch and what could be better than that? Owen is getting his fifth or sixth serving of breakfast and is beautiful and content at his mother's breast.
And there it is- life in Lloyd this morning.
Thanks for stopping by.
Love....Ms. Moon
Owen's saying, "Where is dad? Where is grandad? I can't see you, you're blending in with nature!"
ReplyDeleteThat picture is so freaking priceless. I think this might be the one I get blown-up and framed. Owen just looks so cute and Dad and Jason look so handsome. Plus I think it will make me laugh no matter how the day is going for me.
ReplyDeleteMan, we're Southern.
Well my god, look at him; he is practically grown up! Very mature looking.
ReplyDeleteThat is the cutest picture and he even has camo booties!
ReplyDeletecute picture..mister o knows whats good..instead of breast i had cereals and scrambbled eggs for breakfast..silly me...
ReplyDeletei wanna go hunting too..:-/ not for breast but for...uhm..something big and meaty what i can dragg home in my cave, skinn it, roast it and serve it to a lady saying: look what i killed..just for you honey...
usually i dont advertise my own stuff on other blogs but today, forgive me ms moon, i wrote about something which lays really heavy on my heart..so please come over and tell me what you guys think abou it
http://desantiagospussyshack.blogspot.com/2009/11/60-strockes-with-the-whipand-i-dont.html
Now THAT is some DAMN CUTENESS right there!
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Have a wonderful day, Ms. Moon and kin!
ReplyDeleteMy oatmeal breakfast is sounding pretty boring right about now. I sure wish I had some of your biscuits instead!
ReplyDeleteThat photo is adorable!
ReplyDeleteI dig Owen.
Baby boys in camo are so darn cute!
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ReplyDeletedang cute
That picture is so cute I almost threw my laptop across the room.
ReplyDeleteDTG- No. He's saying, "I'm not nursing. Why?"
ReplyDeleteHoneyLuna- Yes, we are southern, but take heart in the fact that I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO SPELL WAYLON!
Kori- Yes. He is a mature little man, isn't he?
Lois- Yes. Grandfather had to buy the entire damn outfit.
Danielle- Ah- if we could all only have breast for breakfast. And I do like a man who can bring home supper.
Your piece was very good and I am glad you brought it to our attention. It made me sad and mad to read but it's the sort of thing I need to read.
Ms. Fleur- It's hard to say which is the cutest.
Elizabeth- Thank-you, sweetie.
Ashtree- Biscuits are good food. Especially with honey.
Ms. Bastard- I think you would like him a lot. He's sort of cranky.
Rachel- I never would have thought it, but it is so.
Michelle- The Dear Hunters! Great!
May- I'm glad you did not throw your laptop across the room.
Precious.
ReplyDeleteAnd what Hank said was really funny.
Oh gosh, and I hope your poor chicken is okay. Sending healing chicken thoughts (yes, I know how to do that).
ReplyDeleteBethany- Hank is a funny, funny guy. And as of last night, Miss Betty seemed better. I will go check on her shortly. Thank-you for your part in her healing.
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