"Touch ground," he instructed me, demonstrating how one is supposed to use a walking stick.
It was another beautiful day, still cool but not cold, the sky old-Levi's blue.
After our little outing, we picked up Hank and went to eat lunch at our standard favorite, El Patron where every one of the lunch specials are $5.87 and the food is pretty darn okay and we can eat outside, not to mention that the server brings us many, many chips and dishes of salsa. Here's August, offering me a chip which he has pre-dipped just for my enjoyment.
Such a thoughtful lad.
And here's Maggie looking like a movie star in my opinion.
Levon got held and snuggled by all of us and as we all know, Hank holding a baby is about the best thing in the world.
That baby has gained over three pounds since his birth but he's getting so long that he's still skinny. Oh, to have genes like that! He takes after his daddy. And his mama, too, for that matter. He's smiling on the regular now and he talks to us. He's rocking the baby-mullet hairdo and it looks quite fine on him. All-in-all, I would say that Levon is a pip, and a fine addition to our family. It amazes me how easily and quickly these babies slip into our lives and our hearts and our family as if there had never been a time when they weren't here.
And in the woo-woo sense of things, perhaps there never was a time when they weren't here. Just not in a corporeal sense.
I am not discounting anything, especially when it comes to babies.
After lunch we dropped off Hank, and Lily and Maggie and I drove to Owen and Gibson's bus stop where we waited for them to be dropped off.
"Are we going to your house?" Gibson screamed when he saw me. I don't know why the parents of my grandchildren don't just all move in here. Their children would certainly be happy about that. Can you imagine the amount of laundry we'd be doing? Lord. At least none of my leftovers would go to waste which would piss off the chickens.
Speaking of, Miss Nicey is not in the hen house tonight and I have no clue as to where she is. I hope she's okay, just hiding from the unholy trinity of Mick, Joe Cocker, and Pearl.
This situation is just about to get rectified. I refuse to see my hens suffer any longer and I feel quite certain that not one of them will mourn Pearl's passing and I will do my culinary best to ensure that he is honored in death with my chicken-stewing capabilities.
Bless his heart which I shall cook for the cats.
Is Levon going to have red hair like Hank?ReplyDelete
So long, Pearl, you horny beast. I think the pot is a good plan.
it is the right thing to do. honor Pearl by eating him.ReplyDelete
as for your family, it's just a freaking love fest!
What Ellen said. I love seeing Hank holding babies.ReplyDelete
Lovely, lovey photos. Maggie is glamorous and pioneery at the same time.ReplyDelete
The heart would do the cats better if it stays raw!
winner winner chicken dinner!!ReplyDelete
Hank and Levon is my favorite picture of the day. (Also, no joke, baby fever at 40 is REAL. Sigh...)ReplyDelete
"Bless his heart which I shall cook for the cats."ReplyDelete
Well, I suppose that's a better end for Pearl than many other options -- and at least your family will benefit!ReplyDelete
Hank with babies is awesome. Hank looks skinnier. It so weird to think of you all strolling in a park, when it's so cold here. When we go out now, we scurry rather than stroll.ReplyDelete
Hank and babies rock! Babies rock! Hank rocks! I can’t bear Pearl’s demise. Peace.ReplyDelete
Thanks, y'all! I will continue to hold babies for all of you.ReplyDelete