Most of you know my complete fear of all animals and bugs, so you can imagine how nervous I was when I saw this:
I know the cow is behind a fence, but I don't think that could really stop it from an attack. I also know that you don't usually use the word "cow" and "attack" in the same sentence.
Here is a picture of Chloe and Harper both about ready for a nap:
Just another note on the length of Harper's legs - those jeans are for a baby that's 9 months old. They aren't scrunched up, that's where they end. I'm going to start calling her LeBron.