There's No Place Like Roam

There is just something about Carhartt that makes me run for the camera!

We occasionally watch Brody, the son of my boss. He is also in class with Graham at the Word Alive Academy . They have become fast friends and get so excited to see each other. This picture cracks me up!

I was able to go on Hunter's field trip to the Imagination Place in Gadsden, AL. The kids had a great time interacting with robots and hearing a Dr. Seuss story. They were even able to make a mask to go along with the story.

Graham loves spending time "helping" daddy with the cars. He has no fear...air compressors, loud exhaust and all.

The weather finally warmed up enough to take the boys down to the pond for a bit. Hunter was trying to avoid a "Fishy Kiss" Carter has the hang of it and can fish alone Mad Max Hunter and Carter Graham likes to boss from outside the fence

This morning I was sitting in the living room chatting with Grandma Jackie on the phone. Graham was going back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, occasionaly bringing me another piece of tupperware or box of Shake and Bake, etc. I thought I heard the sound of him climbing up in the chair (his latest feat is climbing up onto the kitchen table. Well....I walked into the kitchen to find him sitting on top of my stove! When I was sweeping earlier, I had pushed a chair up next to our desk in the kitchen (which is lower than counter height). He climbed up onto the chair, then the desk, then up a bit more onto the counter and sat right smack on the top of the stove. The reason, you ask? Well, I had made cinnamon rolls for breakfast and he and I had both had eaten two. There were four left and they were SUPPOSED to be for Carter and Hunter. By the time I came in the kitchen, Graham's face looked like he had just dove into his 1st birthday cake. He had eaten the tops off (du

Last night was one for the books. I just had to document it, while I remembered the specifics. I fell asleep around 10, but was woken when Jason shot up out of the bed at 11:00. He said he heard a car door open/shut several times. He got his shoes on and went downstairs (or so I thought). I was then wide awake and listening. I heard it too and then BAM - Jason appeared in the doorway. He scared at least a year off of my life! Apparently, he never went all the way down the stairs, but decided to listen from the hall. He didn't hear the noise again, and decided to go back to bed. Well, when I told him I had heard the noise, he went down stairs and outside. A few minutes later, I heard something. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM ! Oh NO ! WHAT was that???!?!?!? Should I call 911? What is the stupid code to the gun safety-thingy?!?!? Someone comes walking quickly up the stairs and I am sitting straight up in the bed waiting to get WHACKED ! It was Jason who was coming back to report that the