Mr. Man and I are not really picture people. I am generally annoyed with the process of taking pictures ("Everybody say 'Cheese!' Oh... wait let's take one more. Oh, You have a camera you want to take another picture with? Hold on. How do you work this thing...okay! Just three or four more. Keep smiling!'") and Mr. Man lacks the follow-through to do anything with the pictures once they are taken. So we are pretty much picture-less people. No photos of us in the house. The wedding pictures are still in a box in the spare room. Just about the only thing I can (barely) motivate myself to take pictures for is this website.
Which brings me to the topic for today: baby pictures. It is a well-known phenomena that the first born is photographed within an inch of her life while the youngest is lucky to have one picture of his infancy. Having no children, we have already experienced this process with our...chickens.
Remember when we got our first flock? Those things were constantly photographed, visited by friends and neighbors, and songs were written about them. They even got their own sections in the archives of this website.
In January we bought 2 more chickens. Maybe I mentioned it on Facebook? Anyway, the other day I noticed that they had grown up.
That's Pepper on the left and Hilde on the right. They haven't started laying eggs yet, so I guess this is analogous to introducing you to a 10-year old that I just forgot to mention for the last few years.
God help our future children.
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