I suppose most of us that grew up in colder climates went through some kind of mother-inflicted marshmallow phase during childhood. Peyton, our ranch 1 year old, is not exempt from the marshmallow rule. I always wondered what the deal with all the clothes was, but now that I have my own child to dress to go outside when it’s 5 degrees, I get it. Here she is, the Pink Marshmallow!
All decked out in multiple mommy-inflicted sweaters, coats, hats, and mittens to be out in our bitter cold weather, she is slowly learning to pull her own weight around here (all 25 pounds of it). She’s learning to do some chores!
The bunny gets leftover veggie scraps from our kitchens.
So do the ducks.
And the funny little doggies accompany us to make sure that the bunny doesn’t escape!