The winter is hard (I believe I've mentioned that before). We (in this particular home) find ways to gravitate towards the sun. There was a beautiful Saturday in January - so Matt and I loaded up the kids and went down to the San Juan river and just hung out. Matt shot guns with the kids and Laina and I played make-believe island stranders and formed our names from sticks and cow patties (so Little House on the Prairie - and no, I'm not going to make some joke of it...I'll leave that to my brother).
Smackdoodle got a thorn in his foot within the first 5 minutes of us being there - it was very tramautic - almost a trip ender...I mean look at the size of that sucker! And all we could see was the very tip of it and couldn't figure out why he was freaking out on us.
This little gal here is what we like to call our "dark horse". Sure you might think she's only made of curls and make-up and dress-ups, but then she surprises you - like WAY surprises you - she reminds us so much of her Aunt Tia (who I believe has several cammo'd out gun pictures hiding somewhere...)
I'd like to say that at least she wasn't eating it, but...
I need to see some teeth!! Or lack of...
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You are such a fun wife and mother!
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