"Stow Yer Weapons"

SWORDS!

My little boy and his cousins LOVE swords. Their swords come in many different varieties- sticks found outside, drumsticks from their uncles room (sorry Will), sharpie markers, hammers from Grandma's hammer dulcimers, parts of mixers and blenders (especially the dough hook), wooden spoons, you name it and they can turn it into a sword.

Of course, with two dogs and with Olivia even the best intentions of "carefully" playing with swords can turn haywire. For the protection of my dogs and my little girl swords deemed unsafe by Mom get put on top of the fridge. Thus, Will, when you come home from school and wonder where your drumsticks are-look on top of the fridge. I always know that if I need something long and pointy-I look on top of the fridge, where all the weapons are stowed.

And it lives again!

Braden and I were given this plant for our wedding. It is an amazing plant. We water it, forget about it and it'll look like the top picture. We'll water it again and 3 hours later it'll perk up and look heathly! This has happen time and time again over the last 4 years and 9 months.

Thus it begins...

Levi celebrates the arrival of the first box of wheat to come in the mail.

Between me and my Mom the UPS man is comes to our house an awful lot. Growing up the UPS man used to wave at me while driving around town. He recognized Big Ugs, my van. It's kinda like those movies where someone walks into the town diner and everyone knows eachother by name.