Bud's house in Texas backs up to a cow pasture and, side story, but I shit you not he used to play baseball with dried cow patties. ANYHOW, in the mornings and afternoons the cows come graze near the fence line.
So, could you not die from the cuteness of BABY COWS?
This is how I feel when someone tells me Truett is spoiled, or needs to cry, or I am doing something wrong. NO LIKE. Now I will stampede your ass.
Naturally Sadie had to eventually run them off because she only lacks about a thousand pounds on any given cow.
Um... when are you planning on coming home? It's going to be a long drive from Texas to Shelby Baptist to see baby Stanley. (but then again, I have NO IDEA when this baby will actually arrive so no hurry.)
Posted by: Sarah S | November 17, 2009 at 12:56 PM
I KNOW! Bud looked at me on the way down and was like, "we don't get to see her in the hospital!" But I will be over for a visit as soon as you allow - SO EXCITED! (we're staying until after Thanksgiving)
Posted by: Hope Sypert | November 17, 2009 at 01:18 PM