invite all your friends over, especially the friend with the pot belly pig. have it lap up your spilled beer and then frolic with (and head butt) your goats.
the tiny pig (aptly named francis bacon) will also remind you of how that pig roasting under the coals (see photo above) was also once a cute piggly wiggly. this will both be weird and amazing.
teach your daughter to pour beer from a keg, 
and she will bring you beer all night long.
don’t forget the ridiculously-large-sized jenga and ice cubes.
a view of our couch when i got bored during ramona’s extra long nap.
in case you missed it:
- happy valentine’s day from our family to yours!
- my make-up routine. there’s something for everyone!
and elsewhere on the interwebs:
- a great article: three things i wish i knew before we got married.
- who doesn’t love connie britton?
- omigod, goats yelling like humans. via the lovely anna at door sixteen.
- also hilarious: gale-force portraits. seriously, click through for a laugh.
- currently reading: setting the table, by danny meyer. a must-read for anyone working in the hospitality industry.
mornings are simple here: a breakfast of eggs and sometimes cereal and always french press coffee (currently dogwood). most mornings jp takes care of the animals, and usually with ramona putzing about in the yard. but mornings –my favorite mornings– are when the three of us traipse out there together to say hello to violet & lacey, chickens 1, 2, & 3, and the duck couple (one of them now obviously a male).
we pet the ladies. we toss grain. we fill the manger. we collect eggs. we replenish the waters. we sit on the logs and take in the simplicity of it all.
ramona and violet and lacey. my lovely ladies.
psst, our new restaurant, the populist, opens this wednesday, november 14th. bc of the madness that’s our life right now i’ve asked some of my favorite bloggers to pick up my slack and do some guests posts. you’ll see them starting soon!
welcome
