The Cow's in the Corn

Ezekiel's eyes haven't yet melted into brown or hazel.  I'm holding out hope that this pure-blooded Owen boy has a bit of blue in his blood, too.

Under the haystack, fast asleep.

Mister Grumpy Lips.
(My newest term of endearment for him.)

Ooh!  Wrinkled baby feet.  Who can resist baby feet?