The Lumberjack's Wife

Good Wednesday Morning to you.

Today is the last day of the 31 days of Blessings in Everyday Life posts.  And we all know how well I did sticking to posting each and every day.

However!

I did start the month off quite discouraged in life, especially regarding homeschool.  I have since painfully tried to force myself to change my attitude.  And, yes, I still get a bit down about school, but it is amazing what a little change in perspective can do.  I have been able to see all the little blessings we have since wedo homeschool, and I am encouraged because of it.

So, now, without further ado, I present:

The Homeschool Blessings List

1.  Having your kids close by everyday.

2.  Knowing exactly what they are learning and being able to make connections and tie their learning into everyday life.

3.  Listening to your preschooler read and knowing that YOU, yes, YOU helped him do that.

Also, having your preschooler insist on reading to you while you are trying to paint and him getting quite furious at you when you do not get AS excited as he about his riveting book about jam, Pam, sat, and yak.

4.  Homeschool Co Op.  Where other amazing parents do exciting projects with my kids so I don’t have to!

Exhibit A:

Homemade Bird Feeders:

Exhibit B:

Dissecting Owl Pellets.

The kids were given an owl pellet and two toothpicks to use to break the pellet apart.  Once they did that, they would search for bones and then match them up on their “bone” paper to try and determine which animal met its unlucky fate in the belly of an owl.

It was disgusting.

Later that night, I was telling David all about it.  Turns out he also dissected owl pellets whilst being a homeschooling lad.

Teller, the girl who went to school all her life, never did.

5.  So, there you go.  Blessing #5.  Homeschoolers get to dissect owl pellets.

And, no!  Pellets are not poop, my friends.

100 (meaningless) points to anyone who knows that an owl pellet is.

6.  My girls love to help my boys.  It is very sweet to watch the girls teach the boys, although the boys are not always quite as sweet back.

7.  My kids’ recess time involves many interesting things.  They can ride their bikes.  They can jump on the trampoline.  They can practice their basketball skills.  Or skillz, if you prefer.

They can visit rabbits.

They can chase chickens.

Which is always fun.  Of course.

They can visit pigs.

And best of all . . . they are OUTSIDE.  And I can be INSIDE having a cup o’ coffee and trying to regroup.

Amen.

8.  We can do random, off the wall things when we feel like it.

For example, yesterday, we had a hankering to make a pumpkin pie.  And since we do not live near stores and the like, we had to make due with what we had available.

So, we started with one of our very own pumpkins.  You know.  From the garden that we weeded for 4.2 million hours?

Bam!

We, yes, we The Maliblahblahs, made that very pumpkin.

So, we cut up the pumpkin and baked it and scooped out all the pumpkin flesh.  It was really quite violent.

Then we added all sorts of spices to it and EGGS from the feathered hineys of our very own hens.

I did not have evaporated milk, darn it all, but I did use the power of The Google and discovered you can make your own evaporated milk with nonfat dry milk powder and water.

Holla, Google!

I even made my own pie crust.  This is a huge, HUGE step for me in life.

True.  The crust was not pretty.  But it was edible and it was able to contain pie.  So there you go.

9. Field Trips!  Since we live a bit away from life, these are harder to do with the gas and time, but we love them and can do them together.

10. Snuggling on the couch and reading together.  It is the best cure for any frustrating day.

Happy Wednesday!

 

My boys love their dad and they want to be just like him.

Case in Point:

  We were getting ready for a wedding a few weeks ago.  Handsome Dude was all ready and watching David lace up his “dressy” boots.

Seriously.  Dressy boots.

I have no idea how my life ended up this way.  Me, the girl who did not even know the scientifical mechanics on how chickens reproduce.  Or even what Carhartts were.  Or how to genderify a rabbit.  Or what the undercarriage of a bull dozer was.

Congratulations, Universe.  You win.

And, yes!  I made up the words scientifical and genderify.  Because I can.

Oh, and please, rest assured, David was wearing his “dressy” Carhartts to the wedding as well.

Anywho.  It takes David 4 1/2 years to lace up the boots.  He is so high-maintenance.  Handsome Dude was watching him.

HD:  Mom!  I need boots!

Me:  Well, you don’t have any.  You are wearing your nice shoes.

Fun Fact:  His nice shoes are basically his everyday shoes.  Don’t judge us.

I see the look of longing in his eyes as he watches his father, who is still, of course, lacing up his boots.

Me:  Well, we might have your old cowboy boots somewhere downstairs?

HD (face lighting up):  Yes!  I’ll wear those!

So, we went and found the boots and shoved his ginormous man-boy feet into them.  And waited for David to finish lacing up his boots.

It was precious.  Plus, David can never make a comment on how long it takes me to fix my hair again.  Like ever.

***

The boys always want to help their dad.  This weekend we stopped by the rental to rake some leaves.

Handsome Dude

Please take note of the Carhartt sweatshirt and the WORK boots, not dressy boots.

Mmmm-hmmmm.

Little Dude

Also wearing a Carhartt sweatshirt, although not as noticeable.

The boys also enjoy helping their father with farm and ranch chores.  Because, oh!  Have you heard?  We like to feign we are farmers.  When we are not.

Here they are feeding the pigs.  And loving every minute of it.

Today for our homeschool co op, Little Dude had to bring something for Show and Tell.  He chose his Carhartt jacket because, and I quote (shouting, of course):

“IT HAS A PATCH!  SEE?  A PATCH!  LIKE DAD!  SEE?  PATCH!  PPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCHHHHHH!”

The “patch” could also refer to the Carhartt emblem.  FYI.

The boys have also determined that they shall soon hunt.  (They won’t).  Handsome Dude feels that since he is 5, he is ready to shoot a bear.

Since Little Dude is only four, he can only shoot a moose.

Because, according to Handsome Dude, moose weigh about 50 pounds.  And that is better for four-year-olds to hunt than bears.

Happy Monday!

Sister Meagan requested a picture of the youngsters last Friday.  I remembered when we were in the car en route to church.

We made our usual stop at the dump, because we could not be any cooler, so I seized the moment and snapped a photo.

And now we must ask ourselves:

What is up with Little Dude and his face?

Little Dude.

Let us discuss him, shall we?

You might recall that Little Dude is the reason we got the pigs in the first place.  He loves them with all his heart.

We don’t know why.

Knowing my boy is apt to go and sit with the chickens and the rabbits, I had a little convo with David when we got the pigs.  I was worried about Little Dude getting into the pig pen and

A) Getting trampled

B)  Letting pigs loose

or

C) Getting trampled.

Therefore, David nailed a board across the pig gate so no little Lumberjacklings could enter of their own free will.

So, you might imagine my surprise when I looked out the window the other day and saw Little Dude running through the pig pen.

In flip flops.

Because everyone knows that flip flops are the ideal footwear choice when trudging through pig manure.  Obviously.

I open the window and shout.  We are country folk, afterall.

Me:  Dude!  Get OUT of there!

LD:  But, MOOOOM!

Me:  NO!  OUT!

LD:  But they have my ball!  My ball!  MY BALL!

Me:  You get out of there this instant, young man!

LD:  But, Mo–

Me:  OUT!

The boy went to go climb the gate again.

Me:  You come inside right now, Mister!  You are in big trouble.

Yes.  My kids get in trouble for sneaking into pig pens.  Don’t yours?

A few moments later, I hear the doorbell ring.  This is a classic Little Dude trick, and he never tires of it.

I open the door and he is standing there with his poopy flip flops, a grin on his face, and freshly picked flowers in his hands.

Me:  Where did you get those flowers?

LD:  Handsome Dude showed me.  He said I better bring you some.

Stand down, readers!  I did not succumb to the power of the flowers!  The boy must be dealt with.  I put the flowers aside and, well, dealt with him.

After he was, you know, dealt with, he looked at me all grumpy-like and said,

“Put your flowers in water, Mom!”

So, we put the flowers in water, changed the boy into more appropriate shoes, and he went back out to play non-pig related activities.

Blessings:

I have a very hilarious boy who keeps me on my toes.  He has a big love for animals and is now currently trying to talk us into ducks and cows.

Pray for me.

 

Well.  It is a good thing I committed to posting EVERY day in October.  Wouldn’t want to be total liar or anything.

But I have good reason to be this lame!  I am having ISSUES with my blog.  As you may or may not have noticed.  I am STILL having issues.

The good news:  I did not lose my blog in the black hole of the Internets.

The bad news:  I am basically back to square one with the transfer sitch.

GoshDarnIt.

I’m gonna need to get all handsome on some coffee now.

Let’s list some blessings that have occured in our lives over the past few days, shall we?

We shall.

Blessing #1

  Remember the pig flowers?

They were aptly named.

David brought home seven delightful swine.

And I use the term “delightful” quite loosely.

Quite.

These pigs were flipping out when it came time for David to remove them from the trailer and into their new home.

Did you know pigs threw fits?  It’s true.  They do.

And look at David and his muscles!  Carrying the pig like it ain’t no thang.  Makes me swine swoon.  (oh, darn.  That was punny.)

All seven pigs are healthy and thriving.

In case you were worried about such things.

Pig Blessings:

1.  Hmmmm . . .?

2.  No pigs have died

3.  No pigs have gotten loose

4.  The kids are tickled pink

5.  There will be no pressure canning of the pork.  You can rest easy.

Blessing #2

Family Nights

We have been so busy for the last few months and not having much time to just relax and hang out.  Last night, we ate brownies and played Zingo.  Have you ever played Zingo?  It is a great game to play with young kids.

Last weekend, we had a movie night.  Daisy Mae asked if she could do my hair and also, would I like to add her creations to Pinterest?

Nay, Daisy Mae.  Nay, I do not.

But I will post this dandy of a picture simply because Erin thinks I look skinny in it.

I am not.  But we can all pretend.

Family Night Blessings:

1.  Our kids are funny!  It is fun to hang out with them.

2.  Somebody always cries during game night.  We believe this builds character.

3.  Brownies!  Holla!

Blessing #3:  Painting the Peach

It is time.

We are painting the peach walls.  Did you know that even the ceilings are peach, too?  The former owners were intense with the peach, were they not?

We have gone with a green shade that was in our rental house.  And we approve .  I am not showing you a picture today, mostly because I am lazy.  But you shall see it in due time.

Mr. Buck, our friendly deer, has been removed from this esteemed locale on my wall during the painting process.

He is overseeing the children and their math studies.

Look at Sweet Pea teaching the boys all about place value!  Love it.

Blessings from Painting:

1.  HELLO?!  Are you kidding me?

NO MORE PEACH!

2.  We have renewed our relationships with Mr. Buck and the kids and I feel strongly about adorning him with a red nose during the holidays.  It has to be done.

3.  Don’t tell David.  He will find it irksome.

Later, dudes and dudettes!

 

It all started with Little Dude.

The lad was looking through a farm magazine, as most preschoolers do.  He was reading it intently and very proud of the fact that we, like the farmers in the aforementioned magazine, have chickens.

But then he saw the page on pigs.  And the lectures began.

“Dad!  Look!  Look!  We need pigs?  See, dad?  See?  We NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED them.”

Well, we all know that David is stingy with the farm animals.  As is evidenced by our 70-100 rabbits and 50ish chickens.

So, David has been talking about getting a pig.  The key word in that sentence being “a,” mind you.

Then he thought about his decision and decided it was not good for pig to be alone.

So, he decided we would get two pigs and no more.

You all see where this is headed, don’t you?

I would like you to take note of these, the flowers my husband, yes, MY husband, brought me last night.

You have to squint to see it, but these flowers clearly say:

“To my loving wife.  Please don’t freak out when I inform you that I am getting SEVEN pigs tomorrow.  It is a smokin’ deal on Craigslist and I just cannot resist.  It is not in my nature.  Please take these flowers as a token of my gratitude.”

I cannot help but wonder what life would be like if Little Dude had not taken it upon himself to read farming magazines for leisure.

So.  Today, David is reconfiguring the garden into a pig pen.  Because most gardens double as pig pens.  Clearly.

Little Dude was beside himself with excitement this morning over the fact that pigs, his dream animal, were coming on this very blessed day.

Little Dude:  Pigs!  Pigs!

Handsome Dude:  Yup!  And we are going to feed them and feed them and take them to the butcher.

Little Dude (angry):  NO!

Handsome Dude:  Yes.  We eat pigs, Cokey.

Little Dude (still angry):  NO!  NO!  NO!  You are mean and rude!

Handsome Dude:  It’s ok!  Because God can make more pigs!

Little Dude:  We are NOT eating pigs!

*sob, wail, sob*

So, I have to explain that, yes, we are going to eat the pigs.  Well, I am probably not, but that is beside the point.

Meat gives me the pee pee shivers.  Especially when I know the animal from whence it came.

Me:  All our meat comes from animals.

LD (crying.  Precious to my heart.):  No!

Handsome Dude:  Yes!  Cows give us trees!

Me:  What?

HD:  Trees!

Me:  No.

HD:  Yes.

Me:  No.

HD:  Yes!  They gives us trees like a boy-trees sandwich.

Allow me to enlighten.  The lad loves grilled cheese sandwiches.  Yet, he feels it is unfair to call them GIRL cheese sandwiches, so he calls them BOY cheese.  Also, apparently he cannot pronounce cheese and says “trees” instead.

Go homeschool!

So, I tried to console Little Dude and he is wee upset.  But such is life.

Today’s Blessings.

Oh, boy.

*Flowers!  I got flowers!

*We saved money on fencing by using the garden as a pig pen.

*I talked David into installing LOCKS on all animal gates so we can hopefully cut down on all renegade, fugitive animals.

*I got new hairspray.  I’ve been out for a month.  So, that’s something.

*Apparently, our freezer will be full of pork.  And the freezers of our loved ones as well.

*Now pork gets to be added to the list of things I cannot eat.

*I wonder if I can pressure can pork, like the chicken?

*Hmmmm.  Let’s not and say we did.

*Scrubbing Bubbles really helps get your shower clean. That was pretty exciting for me this week.

*Fall scented candles.  They make me so happy.

*Little Dude has yet to ask for a cow.  This is good, because I am not ready to give up dairy products yet.

Later, dudes.

10 Blessings as of Late

1. As a surprise, Auntie Datenut made my girls a gorgeous dress-up dress from the prairie times.  My girls have always been fans of Little House on the Prairie-thanks to the influence of their grandma.

Auntie made the dress for them to share.

Here is Sweet Pea modeling it.

2. Bonus!  Auntie thought this year it would only fit Sweet Pea.

It fits Daisy Mae, too.

The girls love it and will treasure it forever.  They are already concerned about how they should share it with their own future daughters.  And, as if life could not be even more exciting-the dress has a petticoat.  And all this time, the girls thought a petticoat was, like, a coat.

So, there you go.  Homeschool.  Fashion History.  Check.

The girls refused to hang it up in their own closet.  Apparently, their closet is, and I quote, “too messy.”  And they couldn’t be more correct.  So the dress is hanging in my closet.

3.  They hung it in David’s Carhartt workpants section.  Awesome.  These are the things that make me laugh.  I’m odd.

Don’t lose heart!

I really don’t have my closets organized.  Just David’s.

I don’t know why.

4.  We went to town yesterday to run some errands.  We had to stop and get glasses fixed.  But this time, we were getting Sweet Pea’s glasses adjusted.

We have not had to take Handsome Dude in since he got his new spaceman glasses in May.

Yes.  These glasses are ridiculous.  However!  The boy can see and I no longer have stress.

Holla, Space Man glasses!

Holla!

5.  Actually, I do have stress.  Just not with glasses anymore.

6.  While we were in town, we had to stop and get something done on the van.  I was nervous about it and David took the time to meet me there and take care of it for me.  This is hard for him to do with his job, so it was really nice to have his help with that.

7.  After our errands, we stopped to hang out at my parents’ house.  The girls were doing some school work and I could not find Handsome Dude.

Because I am an attentive mother.  Obviously.

He was sweeping for PopPop.

Precious, is it not?

8.  The other day, I was feeling guilty about the homeschool.  As I am wont to do.  I am not very good at remembering to include “P.E.” in our schedule.

As I was fretting, I looked out the window and saw this:

The kids were running around the lands with nets and trying to catch rabbits.  For like an hour.

Bam!  Homeschool.  PE.  Check.

9.  Handsome Dude is an awesome rabbit catcher.  I could not believe my own eyes.  He gets them in a net with one swift move and carries them carefully over to their pen.

He has ninja-like rabbit catching skills.

I wonder if he can put that on a college application?  Thoughts?

10.  My blog is not transferred and I still don’t know what color to paint my walls.

But the stomach bug is over, I finally scrubbed my shower, and I am all caught up on laundry.

So, there’s that.

Happy Thursday!

(Someone asked recently how old I am-I turned 31 in June)

(I don’t know what that has to do with the price of cheese, but there you go)

We have a stomach bug in the house!  Holler!

Life is fun.  But the good news with vomit, and yes, there apparently can be good news with vomit, is that you can ditch school plans out the window and let the sickies watch movies and the like.

And since I had a “day off” from the joys of the homeschool, I decided to try and tackle the ever-present problem that is my blog.

Oh, yes.  My blog.  Huge problem.  Needs to be transferred.  And I am an idiot.

You can see the quandary.

So, I have nothing of interest to say, as I have been transferring and exporting and importing and all sorts of good-times-fun-happiness.

But I did come across this post and decided it would be a BLESSING if I could just repost it.

(Do you see what I did just there?  I am being LAZY, but I am trying to pretend like I figured out a way to post today.)

(Its brilliant.  Brilliant, I tell you.)

Alright.  Here you go.  A post from April of 2010.  Enjoy.

***

I had an appointment with the dermatologist this week.

Not the crazy, mean, irrational dermatologist.

But my kind, new, and helpful dermatologist.

Kind, new, and helpful dermatologist has encouraged me to start accutane.

You might ask,

“Taylor, what, pray tell, is accutane?”

Well, I will tell you this . . .

Accutane is a super intense acne medication.

Holy raviolis, this is one annoying pill to take.

Why?

I’ll tell you why.

Because I have been trying to start this process since early December but first had to go to the lab to get blood work drawn but first I had to find someone to watch the kids (because I didn’t think it would be ideal to bring 4 children to a lab where they were taking my blood) but then the doctor had forgotten to tell me to fast so I went in for nothing then I had to go in again then I had to get the results then the nurse had waited to long to call me so they were all null and void then I had to take a pregnancy test then I had to see the gynecologist (sorry male readers) then I had to state my two forms of birth control then they waited too long so my pregnancy test was null and void then I had to take another pregnancy test then I forgot my special book, but in my defense they never told me I had to bring my special book with me everywhere I go, then I had to wait a month and then I had to create an online account with the government and then I had to answer 2.7 million questions about accutane then I had to go and take another pregnancy test and then I finally got the A-OK to start so then I went to the pharmacist but then no one had told me I had to bring my special card, which is conveniently located in my special book, then I had to come back, but I had to make sure I came back within the specific time window that the secret government account told me I had to come back in then I had to take a pregnancy test then I went to the pharmacist then he couldn’t give me my prescription because the nurse had entered my birthdate in wrong so then he had to get that all fixed then I had to come back then I finally got my prescription filled and I have been on accutane for one full month and my skin is a dry, dry desert and my skin is peeling and my lips are cracking and I am super uncomfortable and if I smile too quickly my lips start to bleed.

Seriously, folks.

My lips hurt!

Accutane.

It’s not for the faint of heart.

So, on Monday, I have to go for my check up.

And with me, as always, are the dudes.

Hooray!

So, they take me back to the exam room.

Question.

Why do they make you sit in the exam room for so long?

What is wrong with the waiting room?

You know.

The waiting room where there are toys and books for children to play with.

But, no.

Let’s make this mother sit in the exam room filled with untouchables and the round, swirling  doctor’s chair of death, while she waits for the doctor.

Yes.

That’s a great plan.

So, I sit and I wait.

And I discipline boys.

And I wait.

And while I wait, I think upon things.

Things such as:

A)  Why are my boys so naughty?

B)  When was the last time this floor was cleaned?

C)  I think I will go to Target later.

D)  Why do I still have acne?  I am 28.

E)  Where are Handsome Dude’s glasses?

F) Why is that stupid round chair in here?

G)  Why are my boys so naughty?

H)  Where are Handsome Dude’s spare pair of glasses?

I)  Why are my boys hitting each other?

J)  There is no way I am taking them to Target later.

Finally, the nurse comes in.

She asks me the following questions:

1)  Does your skin feel dry?

2)  Are your eyes dry?

3)  Do you have nosebleeds?

4)  Do you have blood in your stools?

(Um . . . gross.)

5)  Do you feel depressed?

6)  Do you have thoughts of harming yourself?

7)  Do you feel fatigued?

8)  Are your lips dry?

9)  Are you having severe stomach pains?

10)  Any chest pain?

Um.

Excuse me?

What kind of horror pill am I taking?

So, then she has to draw blood for the 1.2 million tests they need to test me on.

Nurse:  You remembered to fast, right?

Me:  No one told me to fast.

Nurse:  Oh.  Well you were supposed to.

Me:  Ok . . .

Nurse:  We’ll just take your blood anyways.

As she is filling tubes of blood, Handsome Dude is extremely concerned about her actions.

And Little Dude just leaves.

Yes.

That’s right.

He just walks out.

Next, I have to take a pregnancy test.

So, she sends me to the bathroom with the dudes.

Now, this was a treat.

If you haven’t ever tried to pee in a cup with your two young sons in a public place, I implore you to try it immediately.

As I am attempting to complete the task, Little Dude opens the door.

Yes.

That’s right.

He OPENS the door.

So I have to quickly waddle over him to close the door.

Then I bring him back to me and hold on to him with one hand.

Now, I have to pee into a cup one-handed.

While two boys are both peering and looking to see what is going on in this mysterious toilet bowl.

And I learned something about myself on this dreadful day:

I don’t have good aim.

As I am trying to put the lid on, Little Dude is alternatively rubbing my back and the toilet seat.

I quickly get up and put the cup on the counter out of their reach.

I turn back and see Little Dude has completely put his face into the toilet.

Thank goodness I had already flushed.

But , nonetheless!

GROSS!

We make it out alive . . . barely.

The nurse tells us to sit in the exam room and wait a bit for results.

Fantastic!

We are good at waiting.

Handsome Dude now decides he must go poopy.

So, back to the bathroom we head.

He.

Takes.

For.

Ev.

Er.

Seriously.

A good 10 minutes.

Finally, we make it back to the exam room where it looks like the nurse is now waiting on us.

Ha!  Payback!

Now, the doctor comes in.

He asks me every single question the nurse asked me again.

He asks me when my last period was.

He reminds me that I cannot get pregnant.

Because, clearly it looks like I need more children.

I can understand his concern.

He looks at my face and lips, says I don’t look too dry at all, and ups my dosage.

And I predict, dear readers, that my the end of April, I will no longer have lips.

***

Today’s Blessings:

My boys are older now.

I am no longer on Accutane.

I still have lips.

My blog transfer is going well.

My kids have had about a 60% success rate with vomiting into the toilet and not on the carpet.

Good Night.

 

 

 

Hello!  Long time, no see.

Life has been busy and crazy and, alas, I have had no time for blogging and the like.  I currently have seven, count them SEVEN, different paint colors on my blessed peach walls, yet I know not which one to go with.

But what is life without whimsy, I ask you?

In honor of the craziness that has so easily entangled me, I have decided to go with a list of happenstances.  And we are going to look at them happenstances as blessings, even if it kills us.  GoshDarnIt.

Be excited.

1)  I removed my first dead animal body and disposed of it all by myself.

I KNOW!  It was as horrible as I thought it would be.  This was because my husband was hunting and was not around to do the deed.

I think I need flowers.

Blessings:  I am not sure on this one.  Let us chalk it up to a new life experience, shall we?

2)  I will leave you pondering what the dead animal might be.  For, again.  What is life without whimsy?

3)  Handsome Dude threw a ginormous fit about doing art the other day.  Because art is so horrible, what with the paint and all.  I can understand his woe.

But then, I told him to go outside for “inspiration.”  I gave him a notebook and a pencil and told him to head on out and find some things in nature to draw.

He loved it.

He came in to show me his “art.”

He “drew” many things that don’t, in fact, exist at our house.  Like apples and ferocious tigers.

Little Dude also got in on the fun.

Blessings:  Boys who stop throwing fits and then start being all cute and make you feel sad that they are growing up.

And according to the above picture, boys who share gum.  Lovely.

4)  Another perk to homeschool:

 

Doing work with a kitty in your lap.

True, he is doing Awana.  But just go with it.

5)  The other day, I was doing school with Handsome Dude and Little Dude was joining in.  Little Dude was being a pain and not sitting and not listening all sorts of rubbish.

I looked at him and said,

“Dude.  You do not have to be here.  Do you want to be here?”

Little Dude:  I do not want to be here.

Me:  Then go play trains.

Little Dude looked at Handsome Dude, smiled, and ran off.

Oh, the joys of being 4.

5)  My boys brought in wood.

Today’s woodpile brought to you by the letter “T.”

They are helpful.  And they turn their work into fun.  Apparently.

Alright.  This dinner sure ain’t gonna cook itself.

Later dudes.