Heart Smart Potato?

My dad sent me a photo of something he dug up in his potato garden. He calls it his heart-smart potato. What else can I say?

Dad, you have a true green thumb.

Kids and their honesty

or curiosity. How do you teach a 3 1/2 year old outgoing young lady that it is NOT appropriate to tell an older gentleman that he has a big tummy? And that its not polite to tell him he has a baby in his tummy?

Oh, the joys of my delightfully verbal joy bundle.

Pa pa pa pa PUMKINS!!

Ever since we rode by last week I have heard nothing but "Are we going to the pumpkin patch? Are we going to the pumpkin patch?" from my eager little miss. Well, we took our first of hopefully many trips to the "pumpkin patch" today right after church. I love to get lots of family pics. We don't ever make it a point to get pics of the family together except at Christmas - so going to the patch is another excuse to play around with photos. The weather cooled off AGAIN (we had upper 90's again last week) so we could go without sweating. Now I have something new to put in my scrapbooks. I'm sure we'll be back SOON since somebody won't let me forget that the patch is open. Have a great day!

What????

So hubby was off work and wanted to go to the grocery store. I hopped on the motorcycle and he got on back. (wow - he let me drive?)He didn't want me to get on the interstate so I went through town. When we got home - I came to my computer desk in my scrapbook room and OH MY GOSH! My desk was cleaned off and what was missing?? My camera.. my scanner and my printer. WE HAD BEEN ROBBED! How in the ????. I opened up my supply closet to see what else they made off with. Hanging on the inside of the door was a Nikon camera bag. Hmmm. I don't have a Nikon. Then it hit me! My parents were in on this. My birthday was a few days away - and YES! They not only bought me a Nikon digicam - but a new printer! OH BOY! Mom couldn't help but clean off the clutter from my desk. Dad was mad that I 'figured' it out. He came out of hiding and asked why I opened the closet door. Duh - dad. I thought I was robbed.

So as we were hooking up all the new gadgets - I spied a HUGE flatbed scanner. My sister quickly pointed out that they didn't bring that - that was hubby's doing. I almost cried then. No more stitching my 12x12 pages together. WOW! I can't believe this. How did he know? Which one of my scrapper friends did he talk to?

Then I did cry. I woke up.
Oh well, a girl can dream.
Have a great day!
P.S. We don't have a motorcycle. : - )