The Heywood kids came to visit and boy did we have fun. Please ignore the date on the pictures, I keep forgetting to take it off the camera setting.

After Mom and Dad dropped off the grandkids for the night, we just let the kids play outside. We have 2 acres so they have room to just play unsupervised--a rare treat in today's world.

Then we all loaded up in the car with our trap and went to the homeless shelter to catch pigeons. What a hoot. Tarzan says when you go to the homeless shelter and the pigeons see you carrying a bag they practically mug you to get at the food. The children put bread crumbs out on the street and we put the trap on top of the crumbs. Then we stood back and tried to hold still as the pigeons came over to eat the crumbs, emphasis on the tried. Finally, we caught a total of 5 pigeons. When we got home, Tarzan took the children out to hide the birds in the little cages he made to train the dogs to find and point the birds. After hiding the birds in the field by our house, they had a lesson on the training dog collar and what the dogs were supposed to do and off they went to train the dogs. To their great joy, Suzi sniffed out the birds and gave them a good point. Dottie is a snob, she only points quail.

Then there was some more play time, lots of eating and to the movies. We went to see National Treasure, Book of Secrets. It was perfect for little children, they loved it. After the movie we picked up ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery for breakfast and went home.

Tarzan had stayed home to get things ready for the next activity. By now it was 9:30 p.m. and there had been enough sugar consumed that everyone was still wide awake. So, we sat around the fire to roast hot dogs and marshmallows. We even had some smores. It was way too much fun.

See the great fire pit Tarzan made from the inside of an old oven. It worked great for roasting hot dogs and marshmallows and it keeps you nice and toasty.



I'm not sure who was having more fun, Tarzan or the children.

While we were in the movie one of the wires on Sasha's braces broke off. She made it through the movie and ate her dinner and then began to complain that it was getting really painful. It turned out that part of the wire that goes around the outside of her teeth broke off and the part that was left had slipped back and was poking her in the back of her mouth. Tarzan pulled out the wire as far as he could, but it wouldn't come clear out so he got out the skill saw and came in the house and said, "Here, I can fix it." Sasha's eyes got really big and then she burst out laughing. He actually took his wire cutters and cut the wire then they wiggled the last little piece until she was able to pull it out. Tarzan says he is going to add that to his resume "part time dentist." While all this excitement over the braces was going on, we didn't even notice that Talia had stopped in mid air and fallen asleep. Please be sure to notice the Tootsie Pop still in her hand.

We all fell asleep in front of a ninja cartoon and awoke Sunday morning to a fantastic breakfast prepared by Tarzan. He had asked everyone what they wanted for breakfast the night before and gone shopping while we were at the movie. Tristan wanted Honey Nut Cheerios, we sent the box home with them. Sasha wanted eggs, bacon and a buttered flour tortilla on the side. Talia wanted pancakes and everyone had cookie dough ice cream with their breakfast.


We met their parents at church and then later came back to the house where we just visited and ate until they had to move on to visit the next family on their visit list.


Lee and I were so let down when everyone left we just sort of stood in the kitchen and hugged each other trying to decide what to do next. We do love our family.

Uncle Lynn has always been dapper, doncha love the hat?

My Uncle Lynn is the master of jokes. He knows more jokes than anyone I have ever known. I don't know how old he is, he is the youngest child of four, my Mom is 85 she is second oldest, you will have to figure out how old he is.

Anyway, he has finally figured out how to blog and has his own blog. OldTruckersNeverDie.Blogspot.com.

This is an invitation for you to read his blog and comment. I know he would love it and his stories about his life are very interesting.

Annalisa blogged about Alexis losing her first tooth and the tooth fairy coming to visit. It made me remember two funny stories about my children.

Brian was about, mmmmm, I think 3-years old. We were visiting his Uncle and Aunt, Jared and Gloria. They owned a motel and lived in an apartment above the office. We were all upstairs when Brian came running up the stairs and said, "Mom, Mom, the Good Fairy is downstairs cleaning up." It seems that the maid had some into the office to clean. Didn't realize how often I said, "Maybe the Good Fairy will come while we are gone and clean the house."

Then Celia was, mmmmm, I think about 4-years old, maybe only 3. She had a wart on her hand. I used a match stick on it and it fell off. (You wet the sulfur on the end of the matchstick and rub it on the wart and the wart falls off.) Without telling any of us, she put it under her pillow. In the morning she came into the kitchen crying her eyes out, "Mom, the wote faiwy didn't come." It took a couple of tries for me to understand she had expected the Wart Fairy to come and leave money under her pillow. I quickly said, "I bet you just missed it, let's go see." I slipped a quarter into my palm and felt under her pillow and produced the quarter. She squealed with delight and the day was saved.

Don't you wish the Wart Fairy still only gave a quarter? Do you have a funny Fairy story?

Edited 12/20/07--Add some hand dipped minty chocolate treats in a red container with the cutest ribbon--I'm keeping the ribbon.

And the cutest Christmas ornament. I have it hanging over my desk. I am going to keep it there to watch over me the whole year. It is the angel behind the lamb.

Someone gave us a pineapple. I wanted to take a picture of it, but Tarzan was so excited he cut it before I could get the camera ready. Hmmmm.

Someone else sent me a warm cup of hot chocolate and an adorable pad with my name on it.

And another wonderful person gave me a book (I forgot to take a picture of it). While I was sick in bed, it kept me entertained.
Then I wondered what does the angel see from the top of the tree. I guess it depends on where the tree is.

And every day we get serenaded by children from different schools in town. It always makes me smile.

Merry Christmas





I started this blog on October 16th and didn't feel "inspired" to post it, but now the time is right. It was Fast Sunday and I was sitting quietly on the back row, trying to be invisible, as I tend to do from time to time. People were getting up and bearing testimony of the truth. I was listening, but not intently, then Brother Carter got up and bore a simple testimony that God lives and Jesus is the Christ and our Savior among other things. I don't remember his exact words, but I will never forget that the Spirit of the Holy Ghost bore testimony to me as he spoke that it was true and my eyes filled with tears of joy as I felt the Hand of the Lord in my life.

Just last week he was put in the Bishopric, I was not surprised.