The kids.

Georgia loves cats. She just adores the barns cats. I have no idea where she gets this because I won't even touch them. The first thing she does every morning is goes outside and feeds them. She changes their names daily, and it is never anything normal, one day one was "Princess ohhh-laa".

And with Austin, I'm starting to wonder if farming is genetic. He was telling me here that he was chopping corn. Whenever we drive by a corn field he yells "corn!" as loud as he can, like it is the first time that he has ever seen a corn field. Of course, every field that isn't corn is hay to him. We are working on that. ;)