Sunday, October 14, 2012. So I figured it was about time that I put something new on my blog and acknowledged that I still have one. I would like to complain about a much hated transition in the life of a toddler. To nap or not to nap. My kids rarely nap after they are two and he will be two in January.

Saturday, May 4, 2013. Four months since my last post! Not too bad. Also, about four months until Sam returns home. Also, about 4 months until this bubble on the front of me pops and I have 4 screaming kids instead of 3. This is Bear taking advantage of the crazy El Paso wind. Good news! Haha, yes son.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014. This week has been a good one! She said that she had lost her phone, so we hope that she is still interested and that we can start teaching her. This week we had nothing to do Friday night. Love Sister Abbey Lou Rushton. Posted by Boyd and Lynette Rushton. But I also hope that someone played on the teeter totter for me. President Packard has also started a .

Sunday, May 2, 2010. We went to Dairy Queen and they gave her an ice cream cone. I was feeding Kamery some pudding and I walked into the kitchen for a minute and when I came back I found Kamery feeding herself. She was scooping it into her mouth as fast as she could. It was almost time for bed. Saturday, February 27, 2010. Here are pictures of what has happened in the last couple of months.

Well along with my new laptop. Oh well and if you really want to find me. Monday, January 31, 2011.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015. I free handed the quilting around the letters, balloons, and mini bunting. I threaded the pennants onto a thin yarn that I knotted on the ends and sewed the knots into the side seams. I pinned the pennants down to quilt around them but let them hang free when hung up. I do fold the wall hanging very carefully for storage to not crease the pennants. The finished quilt is 29 x 32 inches. Monday, June 29, 2015.

Art, Doodles, Poetry, Musings, Ramblings. Sunday, May 31, 2009. By the time I came along, Thirty two years later, the tradition was as set in stone as the worn epitaphs of the nearby cemeteries that we visited before the park. The breeze blew strands of my hair into my mouth and my nose wrinkled in disgust as I caught the manure fragrance from a nearby farm. Dad and I paddled and splashed furiously forward .