Easter was a little crazy at the Mullins household. We decided to make pancakes for breakfast, and when Kiley turned them down, we should have known something was up. She didn't start throwing up until we were all dressed, in the car, and headed to church. Of course, I hoped it was just her semi-usual car sickness and we plowed on. After the the fourth or fifth time (I lost count) of stopping on the side of the road so she could throw up more, I kind of realized that it wasn't just car sickness. I made it to church long enough to ask someone to cover the nursery because it was our day to do that, and then we went home...stopping along the way to let Kiley puke. As if the day wasn't exciting enough, this is what we came home to...
|Now, at first glance, this doesn't look all that abnormal...except the field that the cows are in is OUR front field, and we don't own any cows.|
|Um, are you enjoying yourself?|