Little Surprises

Pink, hairless kits turn white over night.














Baby 1, Baby 2, Baby 3, Baby 4, Baby 5, and Baby 6, finally receive the special gift they need to keep from "freezing to death."














One week old.

Then, yesterday around noon, long-time neighbors pack up the electric skillet, chicken scissors, and spices, to treat four young ladies and their mother to some good ol' fashioned fried chicken and fries, after it is discovered earlier in the week that "fried" is not a word in this mamma's vocabulary. (BAD MOM?) All we had to do was clean up the pan.


















And we couldn't resist sending the skillet home with one of our favorite recipes.