Shucking corn in the rain...
Oh, my brother, can you see that my plants are turning pink?
This is always the first sign of fall approaching.
Soon, they will be bright red...Amazing.
They loved the slides more than anything.
My boy... the archaeologist.
My girl... the dino wrangler.
Cave dwellers.
Actually they are touching dinosaur fossils that are embedded into the rock.
Thanks, Daddy!
You are the best!
I made blueberry pancakes earlier in the week. The family ate some and I threw a bunch in the freezer. They were delicious... Or so I'm told...I didn't get any because the little munchkins are fast as lightening.
This morning, I can sit...ahem...Lay...here because I am pulling some of these lovelies out of the freezer to feed the young pups. You can bet, however, that this time I am grabbing one before the moochers can steal them all.
When did you become someone I could admire and be proud of how you "turned out"?
In the end, I guess the "when" doesn't matter.
It only matters that I love you. I am proud of you. I admire you.
You are AMAZING!
...You know we love you... but I couldn't resist!
In those moments, though, I think about all of the amazing things I have watched his sisters accomplish.
I remember those hugs, kisses and, yes, even the fights that make our history what it is.
I think of the pride I have in how hardworking my children have become and I know he will follow in their footsteps.
I can imagine the woman he will one day call his wife and the children who will call him daddy.
Even though I am sad to see his sweet little cherub face change into that of a little boy, I can't wait to see the man he is becoming.
I want to know that man.
I want that man to know how very much his mommy loves him and cherishes each day God gives us together.
Hello, Dear President...
Hopefully the washable paint will come out...
They had an old english room, german room, pioneer room, african room, etc...
I came across a nice message my husband had left for me.
How sweet!
Hello down there...
This is the grandma chair.
You sit here and read.
This boy was a cyclone. He was here, there and everywhere.
Poor buddy, Miranda.
He stayed to pour himself a cup of tea...
and then he was off again.
You can always tell when a dad has a lot of daughters.
They know how to do hair and don't find it beneath them to make their daughter a tissue paper flower for her hair.
This hat was a big hit with the whole family, but I only showed you three pictures.
I figured you would get a little bored with the whole hat thing...and I didn't want my picture shown. Ha Ha... the power of being the author.
They put together puzzles, made necklaces, and ran around having a blast.
We dressed in kimonos.
We leaned about animals and fosils...
another trip to the firetruck to try the clothes out...
up, down, up, down, around, in, out, up, again and again...
Chess is a pretty big game around this house. (Not with me, it bores me.)
Cheyenne has never truly won her father...
UNTIL TODAY!!!!!
Hooray, Chey!!
As the exhausted big people melted and the little ones started to melt down, we decided there was only one course of action...
Let's go home!