Here Comes Trouble...

and you spell that S-A-M-A-N-T-H-A!
Seriously. How can one little girl cause so much mischief? Just look in those eyes. You can tell she is planning something.
Stay tuned for tomorrow's post: The Saga of the Lawnmower man. The Final Chapter!

Happy Anniversary {Yesterday}

I heart my husband.

It has been six years since we knelt across the alter from each other in the Portland temple.

Only six years!

I feel like I have known him my whole life.

He is my bestest friend in the whole world.

Here's to 70 more years of fun!
p.s. Hope you enjoyed the pictures I took of my pictures. I have better copies somewhere. But where that is, I just don't know.

Bogged Down

Breath.

Breath.

Breath.

Trying to get organized. I am sick of boxes everywhere.

And feeling overwhelmed with pictures.

Everyone please be patient okay? I promise you will get your pictures. But it may take a year or so.

The Saga Continues...

This morning I heard the lawnmower outside. I looked out the window to confirm, and there the guy was again. This time he was on a riding mower though. He really should be on a riding mower. He is old.

We hurried and got dressed and rehearsed what Logan was going to say to the guy.

"I am sorry I yelled at you. I will pick up my toys outside from now on."

Logan wrote on a piece of paper.

"cry lomor man" which we all know says "sorry lawnmower man" and drew a picture of the nice guy who mows our grass.

When we got outside he was no where to be seen. He had already finished and gone. And there leaning against our back door was a brand new toy car and a bubble set.

Boy do I feel bad.

I fell asleep at 8:00 this morning while nursing Phoebe. I guess I must be tired. I woke up to Logan in a fit. Crying and bumbling about how the lawnmower had chewed up Toby and Thomas.

Long story short... the guy who mows our lawn was outside doing his job. Logan couldn't find his most prized trains, Toby & Thomas. He assumed they had been left outside. THEN he went outside and unleashed his crying rage out on the poor lawn guy who had kindly stopped the lawnmower to see what Logan wanted.

After Logan unleashed on the guy, he came back inside still crying. I asked if he had looked inside for his trains and proceeded to move a pillow and *wa-la!* There they sat on the carpet, safe and un-chewed.

I made him go back outside to apologize, but now the lawnmower guy is scared of Logan's fury and won't talk to him.

Oh boy. I am going to have my hands full with this kid as he gets older.