Life on a fish farm

I couldn't be the only sister who didn't live on a farm, so Andrew and  I took the plunge to country life. We're still getting used to the mud

And the occasional fishy odors.

But we like the little visitors who wander around nearby

And living in an exclusive, gated community. (Even if the gate is topped with barbed wire.)

There's a giant sand pile of real beach sand that the kids love.

Anderson breaks into dance when he sees it. 

He's busting out the Saturday Night Fever moves here.

And across the levy road, there are enough wildflowers to pick to make the average three-year-think they've died and gone to heaven. (Which, according to Isabella, is somewhere in the clouds and everyone up there jumps on trampolines all day.)

Anderson is determined to blow the petals off this flower. He's still figuring out the difference between dandelions and daisies.

Isabella is practicing her "He loves me, he loves me not" game.

It seems like the sunsets are prettier here. (Almost as nice as the beach.)

Here's a couple of shots of our house. It's twice the size of our duplex.

It's amazing what a difference an extra 700 square feet can make on a mom's sanity.

Of course, the kids would rather be outside hunting ladybugs

and strawberries.