A Strange Night

The fence guy stopped by this morning. The stain on it is still wet. I'll have some pictures up later, but here is one of Corky frolicking in the grass.

Well, Trey and I had a strange night. We both woke up at 3 am and had a hard time going back to sleep. I was having a difficult time because Cheyenne was kicking me to death. Trey put his hand on my belly and every time she'd kick me good he'd say, "Whoa!"

Here is a random picture I took this morning.