Daring

So today I am wearing Skinny Jeans!

I have never worn these without boots covering the bottoms!

A few hours later...I've got this blog draft open, but behind something I'm working on with my boss... well we closed what we were working on and up pops this post... He's staring right at it while I frantically (trying to act casual) try to open another file we need so this isn't what we're staring at... wasn't quick enough, I'm sure my boss just loved that I was declaring my courageousness in a blog post... HAHAHAHA.

This post was dumb... now it's memorable... hahaha

On the Inside

So last weekend (4th of July) we took the kids out on a 4-wheeler ride and we were shooting "potguts", they are like groundhogs... anyway, the kids kept wanting to see them after.. gross, but whatever... Well when we got home, the kids found out the Grandma Sandra had gotten some chickens, and Shyler was telling me that the night before something had killed one of the chickens... let me just replay the conversation....
Shyler: Something killed one of the chickens and I went over and looked at it.
Me: Shyler, why did you do that? Why do you keep wanting to look at dead things?
Shyler: 'Cause I wanna know what we look like inside us!

Ok...so part of me is saying, ok...I have a future doctor on my hands...but then the other part of me is saying...mass murderer?? LOL

Cowboy

I forgot a super cute thing Easton kept doing while camping (thanks Shantel)...Easton began referring to my brother in law Jeff as "Cowboy"...for everything... Like, "I'm going on a ride with that Cowboy", or "Did you see what that Cowboy did?" It was so funny!

Jeff is in fact a cowboy, he rides bulls and hauls hay, and all the stuff cowboys are supposed to do...

A weekend of riding wheelers

We had a great 4th of July weekend camping with 2 of Cole's sisters and their families. We all took our trailers up and some 4-wheelers and I spent a lot of the weekend taking kids around on the wheelers. They LOVE it! As do I. I've decided Cole and I need to take them out more often. I actually didn't break my camera out that much, (yes, you can be amazed)...so here is what i did get...

My neice Destri, Shyler and Myself

My neice Jadee and Easton

Destri again (Shyler took this picture)
Shyler shooting my pink 22
(Please do not leave me comments about this being unsafe. Shyler and I went over all the safety rules, we were the only two at camp, and I was only feet from her. We are a hunting family, and we teach gun safety...deal with it)

Shyler snapping a pic me right before our long ride together

Shyler geared up and ready to go!

Bug eyes!

We had such a great weekend! I cannot wait to go do it again!

Struggle

I'm struggling a little with my youngest growing up...I know he's no longer a toddler (he's 4) but luckily for me, he's on the smaller side and so still feels like my baby. And the best part, he still lets me cuddle and kiss him, and every day he says, "Mom I love you the most!".
The other morning i was cuddling him in bed and I said, "I don't want you to grow up." and he replied, "But I have to!"... It was a bitter piece of truth that I do not yet want to taste....

Quite the vocab...

This weekend while camping, Easton was sitting in his cute little blue camp chair and wiggling around, balancing it on two legs, etc... well suddenly the chair tipped sideways and he exclaims, "Whoa! Didn't see that coming!" It was too funny!

And Shyler Says...

Shyler: Mom do bugs sleep?

Me: Um... good question....



Idea borrowed from the ever awesome Rose....