It's Noisy Here

I'm out of brown sugar so maybe I'll just keep on posting.  Poor Lucy can't finish her breakfast.  She catches a glimpse of the workmen outside the window and scrams.

That's her silver bowl, and Ken outside with a navy blue hat on, on the right.

Carly, on the other hand, sits calmly next to me on the couch in the parlor, ignoring all the noise.