Saturday, July 7, 2007

Cast pictures, as promised

It's his all time favorite color, he can go to the pool in it, AND everyone wants to sign it! Some kids have all the luck!

Battle wounds


Heart Broken

This is our puppy with Tyler. We've had her since she was born here in March. We adore her as much as we adore our dog Kendall, who is one and was also born here last July. We were so excited to add this puppy to our family. Unfortunately, Kendall got too rough today and went after the puppy (Kendall weighs around 40 lbs and Cordie is only 6-ish pounds). The injuries were minor, and Cordie is fine, but if we hadn't been home, it could have been very bad. This is a picture of Tyler telling Cordie goodbye. We have no choice but to put her back up for adoption again. She's such a great dog. We are so sad.

Friday, July 6, 2007

A Little Confusion

So, on the way back from casting Nate's arm, (coincidentally, the orthopedist saw a break in the ulna as well as the radius so 5 weeks in the cast) he and I stopped by In-and-Out for a shake.

While we were there, a cowboy came in, complete with buckle, boots, and spurs. Nate pointed him out to me and said, "Look mom! He has sperms on his boots! Girl cowboys don't have those!"

And I don't quite know how to set him straight.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

More random thoughts

After 2000+ miles in the car, we are quite happy to be home. Our vacation was a huge success, and the kids are begging to return to this summer camp again next year. I would rather gouge my eyes out with hot pokers than consider another 2000 miles in the car with 5 kids (2 of whom fought non-stop from Mesquite, NV to home) at any point in the future, let alone as early as next year.

And then, there's the laundry to consider. Oh yes, and I must consult a local orthopedist regarding both broken bones we collected on the trip. Truly lovely to think of Nate in a cast and ruining weekly beach day all summer. I mean really, even if they give him the waterproof one, how will I keep the sand out???

At any rate, as we came into town tonight, only a few miles from our exit, Nate piped up from the seat behind me. "Dad, the speed limit is 70." "I know, Nate. I'm going 70." "But Dad, usually when the speed limit is 75, you go 85, so that means you could go 80 and we could get home faster."

Is it more amusing that Nate reads the speed limit signs, or is it more amusing that he so clearly pays attention to just how much his dad is willing to break the law?

Recent Happenings

Tyler turned 8.

Some beautiful scenery.

A fire in the mountains.

A puppet and a broken arm.

A broken finger made into a puppet.