Today was picture day. It didn't go as well as last time. He was not comfortable with the gal that did the session. I don't know why he is usually a very happy kid but itw as difficult to get a smile out of him. As you can see in the first picture of him full out screaming.

Enjoy!

Yard work

I have a love hate relationship with yard work. I love to dream and plan and look at plants at nurseries but I hate doing the work. I hate weeding. I hate planting and I hate getting dirt on my hands. Yet Mike and I managed to do a little yard work a few weekends back and it really spruced the place up.

Before...2 years ago with all the shrubs



Half way there...last year.



And finally...I would be happy to never touch another ounce of dirt and I am sure Mike would be glad to never see another shred of bark.



I would love to plant a few more things though and maybe some iron pieces hanging on the side of the house. I guess we aren't done. Let's not even get started on the back yard. Maybe I will save up and pay someone.

There once was a toy named fishy.



He came with us everywhere we went.
If Gavin had teeth fishy would have a lot of bite marks.
Fishy saw a lot of drool.
He was also good friends with the floor.
Fishy was loved dearly.
Fishy was lost in JC Penny today.
Mommy almost cried.
Not really but if it were the right day she most certainly would have.
Knowing how much Gavin loved fishy toy Mommy searched high and she searched low.
When fishy was not found she tried to replace fishy.
There were no fishy toys to be found.
At least not at Target or Toys R' Us.
So she bought a toy named buggy.





Then Mommy searched the World Wide Web.
She found one really overpriced fishy toy.

So now we will replace the words of the old veggie tale classic "Oh where is my hair brush" with "Oh where is my fishy."
We will hope that we will run into fishy during our travels.

Until then "Oh where is my fishy, Oh where is my fishy, Oh where oh where oh where no fair oh wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrre is my fishy?!"