waffles, chicken, & broken glass

 Life has a funny way of being very beautiful even when you would rather it not be.  Don't mind the way the house looks I wasn't prepared for guests.  I thought we were having a batch of waffles for dinner while we showed one friend the secret workings of the farm in case we ever decided to take a vacation.  But my phone kept ringing so the party grew, until it was BC, 5 women, & 10 children.

 Ginger helping with childcare.

Eventually back up arrived for BC, that is when the boys decided they could open a bottle of wine using a wall and shoe.  They saw it on the Internet...

Well, it is open...

The sound of broken glass attracted the kids.  It even got Beach's attention who is suffering from a neck injury- can you tell by the way she is standing? (poor baby!)

The clean up crew got to work.

And on close inspection Mrs. K noted BC's shirt was covered in shards of glass.  I love the look on BC's face, so bashful.

And the man is back in charge.

 Now there were a lot of apologies (& laughter) about the broken bottle, about spilled cheap wine and what not... please don't be sorry.  The sweetness of life falls from moments just like these.  Friends, food, laughter, mishaps, and new good memories about broken glass to layer over the old ones. 

Welcome to Waffle & Chicken night on the R & B Farm.  We have a few rules: invites are implied & the door always open, help yourself to anything you want, always feed stray children wandering by, remember to watch your step hazards are unmarked, you may often wonder where your kids went but never worry about them they are doing just fine...

The party is over when the fat baby sleeps :)

Thank you & come again.