The more things change…


It’s started with just little ol’ tinkerbell. She wasn’t any bigger than a bit o nothing. I could pick her up and carry her round.

Below is my latest attempt.


At 5 weeks old. Lifting my baby tink just ain’t gonna happen. She’s still my little girl but I am not that big burly strong farm man. I tried but I believe I may have strained something bad. I sure hope not. Mary will kill me. I have appoints to drive kids to. Wish me the best and perhaps wish me some wisdom that I might not do such foolish things.

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