Friday, August 22, 2008

I Made A Quilt


Friday, August 15, 2008

Fun in the sun

We had such an amazing time in California! I loved every minute of it!
















Peace out.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Brett's Parenting

This is the conversation I overheard this morning:

Brett: Charlie, you're kinda an idiot. (as he's cleaning up dog throw up). You know, any semi smart individual would know better than to eat rocks and Q-tips. Of course your going to throw up. That's why you're an idiot.

We've been talking a lot about parenting styles with our social worker this week, and I was impressed with Brett's soft, calm tone of voice. The name calling--not so much. I guess I just have to hope for a kid that doesn't eat rocks and raid our trash.


pics from our trip to Cali to follow.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Pictures for our profile

We needed this collage for our adoption profile. Lucky for me I have a really talented cousin named Erin. She whipped this out in about 10 minutes. Thanks Ernie! Everyone keep their fingers and toes crossed, our home inspection is tomorrow. Thanks for all of your support!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Bad to the bone

This is me on the wild side.



Saturday, July 5, 2008

Happy 4th!

We went on a little hike for the 4th, and things didn't end the way we expected. Charlie decided to go down the steep hill and jump into the river. He rode a rapid then couldn't get out because the banks were too steep. So Brett goes charging down the hill to save him. On the way down he slips on the wet rocks and goes sliding into the river himself. So because the bank on the right side of the river were so steep and rocky, they had to go to the other side, hike up stream for a little ways to find a good place to cross back over. I just wish I was a little quicker with the camera.



Monday, June 30, 2008

Busy Weekend

Charlie was a busy boy this weekend. He pulled a cup of syrup off the kitchen table, he chewed up some adoption paper work, and ate a whole loaf of bread. Sacrament bread. 5 minutes before church started. And now I have to tell the social worker that my dog ate my homework.