(side note: those of you who are my Facebook friends know that I had to explain to my 6-year-old son why it was not a good idea to name one of them "Pecker" - she's now just "Peck" and I'm pretty sure we narrowly missed some awkward conversations with unwitting strangers...)
Jason is completely enamored with the hens. Since they are molting, they aren't in full egg laying mode right now, but we did get three eggs this weekend. The first egg made it to just inside the door before the boys dropped it. Ick! The second one made it safely to the house in our basket dedicated to egg collection. Jason ate it for breakfast and said it tasted "better and healthier" than the ones we get from the store. He spent much of the weekend waiting for egg number 3. Poor hens - I told Jason he is going to give them performance anxiety if he keeps waiting around for them every time they head up into the nesting boxes!
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's "Our House" - I love that song!
Today was my 12th wedding anniversary - in 2 days it will be 19 years since I first met my husband. Do you know that Brad Paisley song, "Then"? That's how I feel about my husband, Adam. I can't believe how I love him more and more every year. Anyway, Jason and my mother-in-law shooed us back into bed when we got up so they could serve us breakfast in bed. I then spent the rest of the morning hand quilting on the porch with my MIL - can you say "PERFECT DAY?"
(By the way, if you are wondering about the title of my post, a year ago, I was so outnumbered - the only female with a husband, two boys, two male cats and a male dog. Now, the numbers are even. Granted, my fellow females are a neurotic rescue hound and 4 molting hens, but I'll take what I can get!)