When Pigs Are Purple

We knew we had fallen hard and far from our kosher days in Israel when we found ourselves at a local bbq joint called Purple Pig Cafe.Everyone around here knows the Purple Pig, but for friends and family afar, here's a little taste of our afternoon....

We started by discovering Kylie's shoes had been on the wrong feet all day.

We enjoyed decor like this...

and this.

We hugged Hawaiian Indians

and played in giant teepees.

As you can see, we have found the perfect little Texas bbq joint to bring our guests to!  So, if you're planning on visiting prepare your bellies for something like this...

Sadly, as we piled in the car to leave Avery asked, "Where's the purple pig?"  Poor thing was just plum disappointed!

St. Paddy's Day @ the Farm

For St. Paddy's Day the family congregated at the farm for the girls' first cookout/camp-out!  Growing up, I have fond memories of nights out in the pastures, fire blazing, marshmallows roasting, and a little battery operated radio playing in the background.   I am thrilled that Kylie and Avery will have the same sort of memories to reflect on!

Our lovelies.

Wild weeds, roots and all.

The neighbor's dog joined the festivities.  She was suprisingly photogenic!

Although we didn't actually spend the night in the tent, the concept was introduced!  I think we realized we wouldn't be sleeping there when Kylie protested, "But there isn't a bath in this place!"

Thirsty after playing so hard!

Evidence of the hard play  =)

Uncle Stone making our roasting sticks

Pop building the fire

Kathleen & Gan 

Armed with the "smellows" whenever Dad is ready!

Aunt Kathleen the carnivore (Nick is still in Ranger School!)