To be honest, I kinda feel down in the dumps.

I think it finally hit that we are in a new place.

Don't get me wrong. I love it here.

I just don't have a lot of friends.

And I have sun rash.

I think I will go for a long bike ride.

Lawnmower Man's Name is FRANK

I got up way early today to bake cookies for Lawnmower Man.

I really want to resolve this.

Then I got Logan out of bed to write a new note since the last one had been ripped and eaten and crumpled.

Dear Lawnmower Man,

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

Logan

Then we put the cookies in a disposable tupperware and taped the note to the top.

By this time we could hear Lawnmower Man outside. We hurried and put the package on the back porch and ran inside to wait and see what would happen.

Here he came around the corner... and drove his lawnmower right by the cookies. Not just once, but many, many times.

Logan was so disappointed.

Then Lawnmower Man was done with the mowing.

I thought for sure we had missed our chance. But here he came again with the weedwacker. YAY! I forgot about that part of his job!

I immediately heard the engine stop and Logan opened the door. Lawnmower Man had picked up our package and was reading the note!

Logan said "My name is Logan".

Lawnmower Man said "My name is Frank. Thanks for the cookies buddy!"

Logan said "I will pick up my toys from now on".

Lawnmower Man felt a little awkward and said "okay. Thanks buddy".

Logan shut the door and came running to me.

"MOM! Lawnmower Man's name is Frank!!"

HAHAHA! It was so funny!

I hope Logan learned something from all of this.

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.