Horton Held a Hobo

I literally have no idea if I've put these up yet. Some, maybe, all, no. It's a mix mash of a mashed mix. Enjoy . . . or else!

Here's Asher at our local library. They have a fish tank with port holes. 

Another of the kids roasting marshmallows on the grill. I have to admit, this little grill is like the perfect size. Everything we eat fits. Uses a quarter bag of charcoal each time. Grill four times a week and we're set.

Pictures from upstate NY. I want to print these out and show them to people up here who say they live on a lake. Can you see all the sides of your "lake?" Yes? Then it's a pond (yeah, I'm looking at you Lamoka).

This beer was well deserved. And tastey.

One day at breakfast Asher took his bowl of oatmeal and went to sit outside. And it's ok. That's cottage life.

Chilling on a chair swing at my moms, eating popsicles. 

Asher helping out.

And scaring away ghosts.

A good picture of Charlie's busted arm (these pictures are a few months old). This was during our three hour radiology wait.

Picking strawberries. I was hoping it would take a bit of time but the strawberries were so abundant (good word) that picking three pints took less than five minutes. The things were huge, too.

When we went back the strawberries were the size of blueberries and not nearly as abundant. The smiles were less big that day.

This is a multi-named turtle that lived in our yard for a week. He'd move between the back yard and the front. He literally scared Dianna on several occasions.