Just a quick note about our tender-hearted daughters....Tonight Josh brought home some baby mice from the pet store. They are called fuzzies cause they have hair but they are still very tiny. He brought them home with the intention of feeding them to his Arowana (one of his fish that is about a foot long). However, the girls caught sight of them before the feeding frenzy was able to begin and you can guess what happened. The girls latched on to them right away, naming them Jaq and Gus-Gus, and not wanting to put them down. I have to admit they were very cute little critters. The girls wanted to know if they could keep them, and I, not wanting to lie, and also wanting them to face the realities of owning super large fish, told them what the plan was.
They immediately were up in arms and tears started to well up in the corner's of Kenady's eyes. That one I saw coming but I didn't expect Presley to have the same reaction. She said, "We can't feed them to the fish, or else their mothers will be sad..." She couldn't finish because she got choked up with tears and emotions. Then the waterworks came from both of them.
So I asked them what we should do with them and they said we should take them back to their mothers. (you can't keep them because they will die, we called the pet store to see if we could keep them as pets after we saw how much the girls loved them, but the answer was no. They said we could try to feed them with a syringe full of milk every 2 hours (not happening), but they would still probably die after not too long.)
So I thought Josh was going to say that he was taking them back but then feed them to the fish anyway, nope, we all loaded up in the car and took back the baby mice to their mothers.
Sidenote: in between the time that we decided to take them back and when we actually took them back, the girls got out their littlest pet shop stuff and played house with the baby mice. They were sitting in the the pet shop's house and swinging in the pet shops swing, they made nice soft beds for them, oh yeah, it was quite a sight.
Anyway, sleep well baby mice, back with your mother. ( I don't think I would have had the heart to feed them to the Arowana either, they were pretty dang cute for rodents!)
These pictures were all taken by Breanne Aullman with BTA Designs. She did a great job and I'm so happy that she was willing to drive to Rock Springs to do them.
Presley is showing some sassiness in this awesome get up. I wish that came in my size....
This is Teag busting out of his PJs. I squeezed (is that a word?) him into these little things and apparantly he thought that was funny.
Goofy Kids!
This is a picture of some of the little neighborhood girls that my kids get to play with, basically on a daily occurrence. Cute little sweeties! Avery and Presley are in the middle and they are pretty much BFFs. When they play house, they say, "I'll be the mom and you be the sweetie."(Sweetie means daughter). I think its so cute. 
This was Kenady at our Luau party. She thought she looked sooooo beautiful. She did :)
My good friend gave me this cute apron and rubber gloves, complete with ribbons and lace, for my birthday. I wore it most of the day ( not the gloves). I love them! 
Building a car for the giant purple bear. (That was a tough one).
Looking way too grown up so that mommy gets sad, and that feeling that I just want to squeeze his cute little body, both at the same time. 
This was about one mile into the infamous ride. She's all smiles. Along the way however, we got rained on and hailed on. During the hailing part the smiles disappeared and turned into sobs. I had to promise her hot chocolate so that she would keeping going through the stinging cold hail. She was such a trooper. 
Riding dirt bikes. This is something Josh has been thoroughly enjoying this summer. He got a new dirt bike, but the funny thing is, he doesn't really like to get it dirty. I keep telling him its a "dirt" bike, but I don't think he gets the picture.
Jumping dirt bikes. I can't believe he does that. Looks scary!
I don't think he reads this blog to often, but To Josh: You are the best husband ever. All the wonderful qualities that I married you for have just magnified over the years. I feel pretty lucky. I love you!
This a picture of this same shirt that has been worn at least once a week for the last 10, thats right, 10 years. The front view:
And the back view:
I love (not really) how he continues to wear this shirt once a week even though it is hanging on his shoulders by threads. What I love even more is that I still hang this shirt up on a hanger. Old habits die hard I guess. I guessing by 2010 this shirt may accidently get ripped right down the center in the washer...wink, wink! Then he'll have to find a new favorite, ohhhh so sad. I'll have to be careful though, he has an Old Navy St. Patricks Day shirt that has the year printed on it of 2004, that is quickly catching up to this one. That one might have to get left at the Gorge on accident :) 
