I'm so egg-cited!

Our first eggs!

Two of them! Woo-hoo! Yesterday, Hubby texted me to ask if I had put the two eggs in the coop; he deemed them too clean to have come out of a chicken's posterior. I advised him that they must have come from our hens; even I am not weird enough to plant eggs in the coop. One was in the nest and one was on the floor of the coop. We don't know which two hens laid them but Hubby guesses that it was Dixie and Tallulah because they were hanging around the coop and because "Sydney is the least girly so I don't think it was her." (The "least girly"? We'll let that go for now.) So. Two eggs.

We are going to a friend's house for dinner, and are in charge of dessert so I used the eggs to make brownies. We were invited to go treat-or-treating with them and their baby but we decided that Baby A+ is too young too enjoy the festivities, so we're just going for dinner. Plus, I had decided not to dress her up in a costume since it would be for our amusement only; I didn't know if she'd like, much less tolerate, a costume. However, I came across the perfect costume that solidifies her honorary harvardchick status, and I had to get it. For my amusement, not hers. While it's not quite Jon Benet Ramsey level exploitation, I did feel a little bad for making her wear it for two minutes while I got a photo. As you can see, she was not loving it.


It's a bit big for her right now so don't be surprised if it's reprised again for next Halloween. If she wears the chicken, I think I'll dress up as an egg.

I'm serious.

Huh.

Poor child. She's going to need a lot of therapy, isn't she?