Daddy cooked our eggs on Saturday morning for breakfast. They were delicious, and I ate FOUR.
I am such a good helper. It's great that I figured out how to use a stool to reach more stuff on the counter. Now I can help myself to whatever I want (when mom-mom isn't looking).
Yum!
In other exciting chicken news, we figured out that it really was only one chicken laying all of those eggs. Mom-mom found a weird shell-less egg on Saturday morning, and daddy saw the black chicken go into the nest on Sunday morning. When we checked it out, there was an egg! And it is a different color from the ones we already had...more blue. Very exciting.
We promise, we won't talk about chickens for a while now.
Today we are thinking of cousin Ken and Aunt Kelly, and we are adding Auntie Lindsay and Uncle Mick to our list, too. Auntie Lindsay goes back to work tomorrow and we know she's sad to leave baby Carleigh...but we know they will both be just fine! And Uncle Mick ended up in the ER yesterday after suffering from a kick ball injury. (Go ahead. Laugh. We did.) Nothing life-threatening, but separated shoulders are definitely no good. Feel better soon!
Have a great Monday!
Love, J
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