It's official.  We have a new baby boy.  Introducing David Matthew Kirkland, 2 years old.   I promise he is number 5 and the very last baby, we think.  I mean we're mostly positive there won't be anymore.  Probably, for sure.  

Right now, seriously, 6 gallons of cow's milk in our fridge.  Yes, I know, it's all cow's milk I just had to say it because that's what all of the buzz around here has been. "have you tried the cow's milk" " I'm having the cow's milk" and so on.  All the kids love it and so far it has been a hit.  Maybe soon we'll get a license and make it available to the general public.  Let me know if you want in on some all natural cow's milk. 

That is one scary dude, right there.  All the boys were working shirtless in the yard yesterday.  We're trying to turn the front yard into a yard rather than a pasture.  We still have lots of work to do but if you ask me, it's looking much better. We also burned the back garden.  That should kill a lot of the grass and weeds that grow back there.  This  spot is also known as the watermelon patch. Then we finished up our tough work day with a trip to see the Justin Beiber movie. If it wasn't a perfect day, I can't imagine how it could have been better.

Is that picture obscene?  It seems a little dirty to me.  I just wanted to get across to you how much milk Puney has.  Her calf only takes from the front two girl parts so that leaves the back two full.  Now, if you've ever breast fed a baby before you know that can be very painful.  So , in a way, to me,  we're doing Puney a great service by milking her.
You know that's what I'm all about is service.  Here's me serving Puney by relieving her of some of that milk.  Don't worry the baby still gets more than plenty on the front two.  My very first time milking and I must say I did pretty well.  You're welcome, Puney and I'll come help you out again tonight.

The father in law and I put out hay this morning.  He really did all of the work but I'm really good at working the gates.  Except when I stop to take a picture and he yells at me because he has to go to the bathroom and can I just take the darn picture, already.  Whatever, the lighting was bad and I was  trying to get him out of the shadows but if he wants to be immortalized in bad lighting, fine, bad lighting it is. Love ya, Farrel.