Rings from my Great-Grandma Jones and My Grandpa Taylor that I thought had been lost/stolen years ago (brought me to tears when I saw them):
and toys like barbies: 
and My Little Ponies
and toys they don't make anymore mini carebears:
mini potato head dolls with many many clothing choices:
mini cabbage patch kids
Only a little polishing/cleaning/detangling needed and they are good to go. Oh how fun for Grace to have these!










We went to dinner at Outback where Grace spent a lot of time blowing bubbles (Her face kills me as she gets really into it)



(Amber refused to take a picture so I took one anyway)

Miles was very excited to gather the eggs, so we went into to coop to get the eggs. I was standing at the door when out of nowhere something attacked my legs. It pecked me hard, so I quickly took over. The Worst Enemy blocked the exit and Mrs. Noah McDonald, Miles, and aunt Pete were locked inside. So a swing of a fishing poke and a broomstick later, they were able to escape. Needless to say, The Worst Enemey poked his last victim that day. (Thanks Aunt Pete) Lucky it was me and not one of the kids, or it would have been right at eye level. You can see the poke marks on my legs. (okay okay so I need a little sun) They are bruised and bumped up now-stupid Rooster.
Miles is still traumatized by the mean scary bird. Grace however, enjoyed her time with the cows and family on the farm.
Miles finally successfuly was able to get the eggs and he was so proud. (He may have clapped with them in his hands and cracked them, but who is counting)



Relaxing and reading the menu, and then zonking out.





She has started turning on me, no matter what I am doing. I am learning to dress her and put on her lotion backwards now-silly little gal. 
She is also turning into a bit of a drama queen. She will close her eyes and pretend to cry when I walk away (even like this time, when I just went to get her a third helping of cereal)
Look at her beautiful blue eyes. She is such a treasure!

