Terrorism

Hmmm, our children our obviously raised in a military home.
Richard was trying on his cosume today.
Ivy: "What are you dad?"
Dad: "A sheik."
Ivy: "A what?"
Dad: "A sheik. He's a kind of man that lives in the Middle East, like Iraq."
Ivy: "Oh, so you're a terrorist."

Autumn Adventures in our Backyard



Fall Break in Park City

A few days of fun and games with friends.



Yard Duty

"I wish dad and Austin were yard duty. Then, if someone's rude to me, I could just tell them and they would help me."

                                . . . Ivy

And I'm sure she's picturing them in battle fatigues. I don't think that's "yard duty."

More like Personal Security Detail.

"Tell her she got herself a bodyguard, and tell her that if anyone is rude to her to tell them that they will be in trouble when her brother gets home from war."

                              . . . Austin

Two-Wheelin'

At mom's insistence, it's time to learn to ride a two-wheeler.

All the kids have learned on grass. It's a softer land, they don't go faster than I can run, and they have to work harder, so that once they're on concrete - they're a whiz at riding!



Dancin' the Day Away

It's always fun to take a little break from Saturday Chores.



Community Service Day

"Mom, we get to dress up as city helpers for school, like policemen or firemen.

I'm going to be an Army guy."

The best kind of "community service" is being friends with the girl next door.