Dinner Time... or not

Ella and Katty are inseparable. They really do love each other, maybe... and you can really tell... maybe. I still haven't decided if this is appropriate behavior from a two-year-old and her cat.

But I have always heard cats have nine lives. I hope so.

DING!! It's done.

Oh well.

A windy day

Daddy bought Ella a new kite. And it is so much fun.

Cute kite. So perfect for the little princess.

 Ella loves her sunflowers that she planted a couple months ago. They are coming to the end of their beauty stage, but she still likes to go pick out her favorite one, which is usually a different one every day. I think we will plant many more for years to come.

Running into the wind. So funny. Great hair.

Such a wonderfully windy day.

Love,

Kellie

The pink tutu

Aaron's store went through Grand Opening over the weekend... Congratulations Daddy!!  And the festivities were a big deal. I had prior obligations so Poppy, Grammy, and Aunt Haley took Ella out to have a little outdoor fun.

I am still in shock that it went very well. Of course, Ella is a risk-seeking litle girl, so I guess I should really not be at all surprised that she loved this first-time activity.

I am so thankful to Grammy for capturing this first for Ella.

I am pretty sure that this little diva is the only cowgirl wearing a pink tutu. This was her outfit of choice for the day. No arguments from Mommy. I love my frilly girl.

Also, they went for a little "Tractor Ply" shopping. Definitely a favorite activity for Ella. She is already a professional shopper.

Poppy and Ella just look so cute walking holding hands... aww... so much love... and so much play. I am sure they are discussing tractors (a.k.a. lawn mowers).

Supporting Tractor Ply,

Kellie

A girl and her kitten

Aaron and I have been discussing getting Ella a kitty. Well, to tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, Aaron has been trying to convince me that she needs one.

Lucky for both of them, a friend of Ella's, Lauren, gave her one. I will admit, it is precious. Of course Aaron is excited too. Mommy is still trying to be convinced.... or 'purred to' in kitty language, that a small, hairy, mischevious feline belongs in a family with so many dogs, and not to mention all the other mouths I feed on a daily basis.

This was the purr-fect kitty for Ella because she told me she wanted a little kitty that turns into a big kitty, and you know, she showed me hand signals and everything, so she must have done the appropriate research. 

The name of this little one is still to be determined. However, Ella is calling her Katty. Cute name. It just may stick.

I must say, there is not a lot that will come between this girl and her kitten.

Until next time,

Kellie

The farm turns to frills

I have been having a serious need to create/make/work/do something productive, so I decided to join Etsy. I created this little shop and I hand-make all my own bows. Hair comes natural for this family, and Ella loves a good hair bow, so this sort of kills two birds with one stone.

www.etsy.com/shop/ellabastella

Oh, and about the work comment, not so much work, but more like do something. And, of course, I must have an activity I can share with the almost three-year-old in the house. However, she is a truthful critic.

Back to creating,
Kellie

Pickled Okra

Grandmama, Ella and I made pickled okra.

And I cannot wait to pop open a jar. 

Will Work For Food

So, this week, we added a new puppy to the premises. This is the fluffiest puppy I have ever seen. He sure is a wild one. You know, puppies sure can run and bite/chew and squeal and so on... just all the normal puppy stuff.

We knew for a couple days we would be bringing him home, so we talked about a name. After deliberation, and Aaron and I spouting out semi-normal names and Ella insisting we name him something that starts with an "L", for example; Lizzy, Lilly, Lucy etc., she names everything an "L" name, even the boys. We decided the only appropriate name for this boy would be, Willie the Giant, you know, from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. After all, he is 10 months old and already weighs 125 pounds.....

YES, your eyes do not deceive you, one hundred twenty-five pounds. It is hard for me to take in every time.

His size really resembles the miniture pony a few doors down.

And that is just a rough estimate. I hear he will be huge when full-grown. I think I will look up the word 'huge' in the dictionary, because I thought he was already HUGE.

This picture does this puppy's size no justice. I think I will have "Will Work For Food" put on the name plate on his collar. I wonder if this will convince the neighbors to feed him too. He sure does eat a lot.

By the way, Willie is a full-blooded Pyrenees, Great Pyrenees to be correct. He will handle our light-work and keep the goats safe and sound so we can sleep at night.

I could not convince Lizzy to get close enough to compare the two.

I am pretty sure she was giving me the silent treatment. She has not been thrilled with Willie the Giant intruding on her territory. I tried explaning that with Willie here, she can focus on her beauty sleep.

I felt like I was being looked at through the eyes of a teenager. I could almost hear her mumble, "Mom, come on. All that monster is good for is barking and eating."

I just love this face.