Sunday Evening

Have you ever wondered what people who live in the country do on a Sunday evening? When there are no grandparents home to visit. And the nearest town with a playground is 17 miles away. And you need to wear your kids out so that they will go to bed good because you and your husband have a date with Russel Crow. I mean Robin Hood. Well, I'll tell you what they do. The term "playground" can have several different meanings. In this particular instance it means feed bags. These large white bags are filled with corn silage and they are just a hop, skip and a jump down the road from our house.



See, they are slides.



You can climb on them.




Have Dad catch you on them.




Sometimes Dad has to help you climb back up them too.

Guess who learned to tie his shoes???? MILE-STONE! Hallelujah!

Travin had great fun playing on the bags until he discovered that they sat on the corner of a field of freshly dug potatoes. Freshly dug potatoes = soft, powdery dirt.

And lots of it!

I could just feel their little bodies getting worn out.

We would like to give a big shout out to MacRae's Custom Farming for providing the playgound for this evening.

They have been a little busy.

It's getting dark and Russel Crow awaits. Good night kids!

But before bathes could be taken, snacks could be had, and sleepy kids could be bedded; we came home and had to chase these cows back into their pasture. And that is what country people do on a Sunday night during harvest season. Russel Crow and all.

And they were quiet

I was home in the morning with my two little kids and while I was minding my own business folding laundry the house got real quiet. Now, I've been a Mom for 8 years now and you would think I knew better. But there I was, ENJOYING IT. I walked past my "craft" room that had the door closed and I heard little voices. I won't lie, I kept walking so as not to disturb the blissful silence. A moment later my almost four year old little girl came up the stairs with a mouth full of slobbery marshmallows. (Leftover from a summer filled with s'mores.) Upon closer inspection I found freshly painted fingernails. It was then that she informed me that she had painted her little brothers as well. The little brother is almost two. I bet that went well. Here is just a friendly reminder for you: Little kids + silence = mischief. But sometimes the silence is worth it.

Soul Mates

What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?
*Baby kitty's!!
Why are you in your pajamas?
*Baby kitty's!!



What time is is?
*Early. Baby kitty's!!




Why is a baby kitty in the house? We don't let cats in the house!
*Mom!! Baby kitty's!!!



*Mom, I love, LOVE baby kittys!



*Mom, can I keep the baby kitty? I'm almost 2, I can be careful.




*I'm just going to give him a little kiss.

*See Mom, baby kitty!!

*Baby kitty, will you marry me?

*I promise to have and to hold and to torment you until death do us part.

*Mom, can I keep them?

Merry Christmas BYU fans

This is the smallest BYU shirt we own. It's a size 12 month and is too small for our baby now.

We like to start the brainwashing out young at our house. You see, Brandon (a.k.a. "The Cougar") went to BYU. And as a result of that affiliation, he is completely obsessed with BYU athletics. Most notably, football. In the fall, our very lives revolve around BYU's football schedule. And what has become quite a fun tradition at our house, is that the first game day of the season is referred to as Christmas. And rightly speaking, the night before is Christmas Eve. You see on the night before BYU's first game of the season The Cougar (a.k.a. Brandon), gets as excited as a little kid on December 24th. So on game day Christmas, I make him whatever yummy meal he wants and he sits and analyzes each and every play in the game. There is cheering. There is yelling. There is the infamous "DID YOU SEE THAT!?" "COME AND WATCH THIS PLAY!" "COME ON REF!!" OH MY GOSH!!" "GO GO GO GO GOOOOO!!!" "YEEEAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" The Cougar never leaves from in front of the TV and he gets a complete 3 hour cardiovascular workout. Except this year. This was the best Christmas ever. The Cougar got to be at the game, in the stands, cheering and yelling with all his might for his boys. And for the first time The Cougar got to initiate a new, soon-to-be-rabid-cougar-fan. Braxton our six year old got to go to his first and definitely not last BYU football game. And The Cougar was happy. And BYU won. And The Cougar was elated. I mean E-LA-TED. Now The Cougar is trapped in horrendes traffic and what is generally a four hour drive to our house from Provo will now take between five and six hours. In a car. With a six year old little boy. But that's okay because the six year old can watch a movie. And The Cougar can listen to a.m. BYU sports radio and hear all the aftermath talk of the glorious, glorious victory. And with tomorrow being Sunday, The Cougar will get nothing out of church because his mind will still be busy dismanteling and analyzing every play of the game. Then after a few days, his mind will start to process other things: job, eating, church calling, kids.) But then by about Wednesday his mind will be back in the stadium, preparing for the next game. And on the cycle goes until January. But even after the season ends, BYU football never really ends in the mind of The Cougar. He is always looking ahead. But for now, BYU won their first game and life is perfect.