Day Ninety Nine 2012

The sweetest Easter Peeps ever! Grandson Knox, Grand daughter Shelby, and Grandson Elijah.
Happy Easter!

Day Ninety Eight 2012

This is what happens when human fingers accidentally come in contact with the propeller of an electric engine radio controlled airplane--a visit to the emergency medical clinic, seven stitches total on two fingers, a tetanus shot, and a bottle of antibiotics. My hubby Neil's passion for flying RC airplanes sometimes backfires on him, quite unexpectedly, especially when one of his electric airplanes suddenly takes off (total freak accident) and the wing hits him in the leg, turns the plane right into his hand, and the prop slices through two of his fingers (to the bone on his ring finger). I can't even begin to explain to you how this happened. He says he was going out of his way to be extra careful around the propeller. Suffice it to say, this was a comedy of errors (daughter Kelly and I were laughing so hard we had tears). And it could have been so much worse. For this RC pilot, lesson learned. The hard way. 

Day Ninety Seven 2012

Grandson Knox is here this weekend and brought his mommy with him. He's four months old now and cute as a bug. In this picture, he's checking out the pattern on the quilt that Neil and I bought for his mom just before she was born almost thirty-five years ago. What goes around, comes around, as the saying goes.    

Day Ninety Six 2012

This looks like an insect wing, doesn't it? It's a macro shot of a tree seed (one of what seems like millions covering everything on and around our house right now). I refer to them as those 'whirly things'. They look like helicopters spinning in the wind. If they all took root, we'd have ourselves a nice little forest in about twenty years. 

Day Ninety Five 2012

Hubby Neil had the day off today. We spent the whole day outside, cleaning the deck and porches and weeding (Neil's job). Grandpeeps Shelby and Elijah joined us after school. We treated ourselves to some Mae Pearl's frozen yogurt, then tossed the Frisbee around on this bee-you-tee-full day. Fun times. We are pooped!