Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Sunday Comics . . .

My favorite part of the Sunday paper was always the Sunday comics . . .

Little did I know that I would grow up . . . give birth . . . and actually get to live the Sunday comics.



On our way to church this morning . . .

I hear Carra sigh and exclaim, "How many more years before Owen can get married?"

Owen happily exclaims, "Seven Yeays."

I ask, "But why, Carra?"

Owen interrupts and informs, "Cuz, it's time for me to get a new famiwy."

He pauses, thinks, then keeps informing, "But I'm not sure which one I want to be . . . a teenager, an air-force guy or a parwent."

And there you have it . . .

Owen is getting married at the age of twelve and will be joining the air-force . . .

I'm a little concerned about the teenager - parent part though . . . I really hope the marriage thing works out . . .
Then . . .

Owen was very excited about what he learned in Sunday School this morning . . .

"We learned about Jesus. He was with a lot of people and they went to the edge of the cliff and they were going to chuck Jesus off, but He just turned around and walked through the crowd and made all the people itch their heads."
Hmmm. I missed that one in His list of miracles . . .


I think the comics are still my favorite . . .

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

New Camera . . .

Hello, strangers,

It has been a while since we've checked in. Sorry about that. I have a list of excuses a mile long . . . assuming you even care. The problem is that I make no promises for the future . . . so I'm saving my really good excuses for later use.

I'll give you a clue though . . . the excuses involve peanut-buttered-butter-sugar-sandwiches and reducing fractions.

One of those usually comes with tears . . . .

I have much about our crazy life that I could post, but I'm going to start with my daughter. We do have four children living in our house, but Owen always seems to steal the show. If you ever meet Owen, you'll understand why. It also explains why we only have four . . . Owen.

Today, though I choose to showcase Mikayla. She's thirteen. She no longer does cute things . . . until the day we gave her a camera for her birthday.

I don't know if I want to call this cute . . . (it is kind of sweet . . .)


But I do call this funny . . .

This is what happens when the kids and their cousins are bored . . . and have a new camera to try out.
Is anyone else concerned about Brice?

Because I really think we should be . . .


Oh, and I'm not the only one wondering what in the world is going on up there . . .



The good news . . . the camera has a video camera too.

Stay tuned . . . I'm sure this is only going to get better.