Made just for me.

The perfect pillow for a nap. 

Keeping the sabbath day holy.

It's that special Sunday afternoon time when the urge to commune is just...well, overwhelming.

Climbin' a mountain!

We went on a walk around our neighborhood this afternoon. Will asked to hold my hand. He never asks me to hold his hand. He is always trying to keep up with G and E.

As we walked up a slight incline he says, "mom! we climbin' up a mountin! Mom can we wun up da mountin?"

We should go on more walks.

Music Recital Time!

Aunt Jessica is teaching us piano and violin!

 Silly faces!

Playing "The Duck Song"

"Let 'er fly!"

The kids got to spend a week with Grandma and Grandpa Ragsdale! Here is the Willist "lettin' it fly!"

 "I like the white motorcycle. Not the orange one. Only grandpa likes the orange one. And Eva likes the orange one too, right? I don't like like it because it's too loud. It's too noisy on the orange one and Grandpa was going too fast." (Why do you like the white one?) "Because I don't like the orange one.

Sleepy Snack Time

Cousin Mischief

Cousin Brynlee was visiting as we were waiting for Sam to be born. 

Waiting is boring work, so these two had to be creative in entertaining themselves.

That is my permanent lip stick. 

"Where did you put it?

"On my bum-bum."

"On your bum-bum? No I don't think so."

But Sweet Brynlee was telling the truth.