Chickens (fancy ones!)
Itsy-bitsy, teeny weenie goats
Horrific gigantic-bouncy-induced injuries...
...and miraculous recoveries
... Avery, Tristan, Landon, Auntie Tara, Uncle Willy T, Auntie Erin, Grandma Ann, Uncle Shawn, Chelci, Brent the yard guy (or Erin's man, I'm confused)--and some of his family members!
In other words, we spent Saturday in Snowflake, being insanely jealous that the high there was 83, yes--that's an 8 and a 3--degrees... Fahrenheit I practically needed a parka, and Jaxon was beginning to wonder at what point he was going to be able to build his fist snowman. And yes, all of these things are in Tara and Will's back yard--holy crap, I know! Okay, maybe we went to a Sweet Corn festival... but you'll never know the truth, will you?
We then proceeded to spend Sunday sleeping and Monday looking at one another, wishing we were back in Snowflake.