how moon craters are made
it is my scientific opinion that...i just want to stick my hands in that flour.
soccer soccer every day
both mine. look at those scrawny legs
coach L giving them some advice. don't forget our goal is to the right, kids.
he's a warrior. my pictures are definitely getting better.
mud, sweat and tip of tongue
while the big boys play, the little ones decorate themselves with dandelions
super goalie
our second batch of girls are now teenagers. soon they'll be over the most awkward stage.
went to the pumpkin patch for joy school.
there was a goat. why is that goat so high up there and what's that box thing?
a smart goat. multi talented.
we've got to get some more grass for the goats!
a tiny grassy offering
this is tough work
big sister's here to help
repayment
wow, i look great! like those liz taylor perfume commercials.
they pulled around the little one
he pulled around the bigger ones
there were ponies too
this should've been at the top but eh, i don't feel like fixing it. yay panthers.
we've recreated olympus
apparently, a council of the gods.
outside, the rabble can't get along. a policewoman is down.
the 'girls' went on a shopping expedition and fun was had. also, sees candy.
because i am unable to keep track of my weeks, i cleaned and made dessert for the nonexistent book club. so some of us made halloween countdowns instead. spur of the moment creativity makes me happy.
sometimes when i can't find baby L i look outside by the chicken coop.
and here's the grand prize.
we went to apple hill with dad. goats were petted.
tractors were ridden (can you spy the other children?)
the litigator took the girls to the temple for b's first baptism trip.
another place L can be found, pretending he's got the wii controller. ah, baby feet.
a lesson on tithing, and then, tiny cookies of which they paid a tenth to mom. is that sacreligious?
after we chaperoned the dance. the litigator had me laughing all night.
