cured by sheep and yarn

I was having a rough week last week. I admit it. And then Elyn showed up on Friday with Clare, my birthday was Saturday AND I went to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival. Yes, I spent my 35th birthday at the 35th MDS&W festival traipsing around in sheep related things: yarn, roving, lamb-related foods, and … sheep poop. It seems I cannot escape poop.

Anyway, there were sheep:

And more sheep:

And sheep being shorn:

And sheep being herded:

This was really neat to see. The sheep dogs were awesome. I want one to bring to the playground for child herding. Is that legal?

Tomorrow… pictures of my (small) haul.

welcome home

The other evening I was home with the girls trying to get everyone fed (it was Friday. The day of early pickup, doctors, dinner on-time, and Elyn pickup) and things were going ok… not terrible, just ok, when I heard the glorious sound of Richard’s keys in the front door.

Katia: oh, thank God.

Maja: mom, that’s not God, it’s Dad.