Together, finally! Max is wearing one of Michael's shirts that I embroidered the pocket with Max's 6-month handprint and footprint. He was a big kid...more than tripling his birth-weight of 8lbs. I thought I'd have a baby elephant on my hands by the time he was two years old, but he slowed down. Mothers at the park would ask me why he wasn't in school. I'd say, "He's only three! Dagny was a tenner at birth but didn't double her weight until she was about 9 mo. old. She didn't fit into Max's first shoes until she was 2 or 3 yrs old. They've grown up so beautifully and I'm so grateful I got to stay home with them and enjoy each and every stage.
Dagny made a delicious pecan pie with coconut flour and honey from our bees. Delish. The perfect ending to a lovely meal, most of it from our backyard or from the farmer at Chucktown Acres. Folks, this is a plea to support your local farmer, butcher, baker, candlestick maker.
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