That's Rosaleigh. She was born on June 23, 2008 in a Category 2 Hurricane as it plowed into the Rio Grande Valley, Texas. She was also born in the middle of a nasty property lawsuit, so I can always safely say she was "born in a crossfire hurricane," much like Jumpin' Jack Flash.

Bathing our babies in the deep sink of our little cottage's country kitchen has always been a dream for Lynette and I. Now that it's reality, we have it in our power to do our best by our children. In the country, that means raising food. Real food, the way God meant it. I'm stealing from my friend Marco Varlesi here, and the conversation we just had, but "organic" food is not the revolutionary, edgy thing. As Marco said, it's not "organic farming vs. traditional farming." Organic farming IS traditional farming, and traditional farming is organic farming. It's, in Marco's words, "traditional farming vs. chemical farming."

Read up on mass produced dairy, mass produced grains, mass produced beef. Nasty, synthetic, disgusting, and flat out, in my opinion and many experts, the cause for epidemic heart disease, birth defects, obesity, and diabetes. Buy organic, from your rural growers if at all possible, and don't worry about an extra couple of dollars, recession or not. Raw foods, honey, milk, and unprocessed, un-chemically-bleached whole grain flower, extra-virgin, cold-pressed olive oil are all worth paying for.

Lord knows that with five kids we'd love to stretch our money to the utmost, but we won't feed our children chemical trash.

God Bless and Keep.