Setting the scene.....

Kirby is sitting in the recliner and I'm on the couch, still in my work clothes after just walking in the door.

Logan is inside with us, trying to talk through/over our conversation.  He finally decides to head outside to join his sister on the trampoline.

He opens the door and the wind catches the screen door.....then we hear......

"Holy Sh*t!"

Stunned, Kirby and I look at each other as the door closes. 

At that point, both of us are trying to figure out if he really said those words, or if in his 4 year old voice, it was something else that sounded like those two words.

Finally, I say to Kirby, "Did he just say what I think he said?" 

Kirby says, "I think so."

Then we both laugh due to shock and amazement and at the situation and the little boy who spouted those naughty words.

Oh Logan.......what are we going to do with you?

Marley.....

I seem to be blogging alot about dogs and hunting these days... My apologies for the same topic but that's the majority of our life these days.  (that and dog poop!)

Logan and Raider weigh about the same and are about the same height. So, they are perfect play buddies!

Yesterday Logan was in charge of taking Marley, excuse me, Raider outside for some play time.

Logan really likes Raider.

And he likes that someone actually listens to him!  Sometimes being the baby of the family, you do get ignored. (And I can relate cause I was the baby of my family)

Raider and Gunner are getting along better. Usually late in the evening when they are both worn out from playing outside, they like to lay down by each other.

This scene was fun to watch last night as Gunner went to get his bone and Raider kept trying to steal it back. There's a fight for the Alpha between these two most days.  Gunner is just so patient and passive that he is showing signs of letting Raider be in charge.

However, my guess is that when Raider gets bigger, Gunner will show him who's boss when it's a fair fight.

Until then, Gunner will just be the older, protective, patient, loving brother.



Mini Me Kirby

Logan is just like his Father.

Wants to hunt and fish all the time.

The other day he woke up and there was snow on the ground, the first words out of his mouth to his Father were: "Can we go ice fishing today?"

That's music to Kirby's ears.

Logan was introduced to the world of turkey hunting last week when he was lucky enough to be sitting in a blind with his Father, Scott and his son Nolan.

Logan saw the turkeys run across the field and then watched the action of Scott shooting one.

Pretty exciting for a little, excuse me, pretty exciting for a big 4 year old.

I think he's hooked....



Cheating.

My husband is an honest man.

 He would never lie or cheat on me.

In fact, I'm pretty sure he thinks the world of me.

BUT....

There are two things he loves to leave me for.....

Fishing....

And hunting.

My hubby has had 'the best week ever' and he isn't referring to the week that we were getting married.

Growing-growing-growing....

 Here is Raider the first day we brought him home...

Here he is 3 weeks later.

Does he look bigger? 

The dog is an eating machine! 

Spring.

 I know.......you're thinking.......she's finally lost it. This is not a picture of spring!

You're right, it's not but I'm hoping that this cute picture of Logan during our last snow storm is the last snow I will see for at least a few months.

All the snow is gone from our yard, I've walked the dogs outside in a t-shirt, I've even broken out the flip flops!  Life is good!

The sunshine feels good on my face when I walk out of the office at the end of the day.  The kids are dirty and red faces from playing outside and we see our neighbors out and about.

Welcome spring!

Puppy power!

He looks harmless right?

Sleeping peacefully.....all cute and curled up cozy.

I've forgotten how much energy puppies have.

I've forgotten how much they poop and pee.

I've forgotten how much attention they want to have.

I've forgotten how excited they get to see you.

I've forgotten how fast they gobble their food and look at you for more.

I've forgotten how floppy they are and how curious they are about everything.

I've forgotten that they will eat anything-paper included!

But, all the things that I have forgotten about raising a puppy is erased when I wake up to hear Logan sitting in front of Raider's kennel, sticking his little fingers in between the bars and whispering..."good monring buddy" as Raider is thumping the sides with his tail and jumping up and down to get out of his kennel.

It's worth it.

Every second of it.

Running late.

My 7th grade volleyball coach was a tough lady.  She didn't take any guff from anyone and on the first day of practice she said this, "To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late."    So, we all made dang sure we  were 'early' to anything that season.

As I grew up, I continued to be on time and I still do.  I feel that if you are late, you are being disrespectful to that person/people that are waiting for you to show up and acting as if your time is more important than theirs.

Yesterday we were on our way to Cambridge to take the kids to a birthday party that started at 1pm.  It was 12:27 and I was trying to get us all out the door.......but, a few things slowed us down.  1-Raider had to go outside, 2-Emma asked me to put a braid in her hair and 3-Logan was having a hard time getting his shoes tied.

We finally got out the door, a few minutes behind the schedule I had in my head and made our way to Cambridge.

We were at the last stretch of road when we came upon a car accident.  A bad car accident that had just happened, like maybe a minute or two before we got there.  We slowed down and looked at the smashed up cars and people standing around trying to help the one car that was in the middle of the road and banged up.  It seemed that the driver got out but there was someone injured in the passengers seat.  The other car was in the ditch and we couldn't see anyone.   It had just happened and we were just a few minutes behind it.

I have always been the person to take things as a sign that if I get behind that car doing 45 on a 55 two laned road...that it was meant to be that I wasn't suppose to get where I was going as fast as I wanted to get there.    It was a sign to slow down and just take my time.

Kirby and I both realized that we were lucky to be running late on this particular day.  It shook up both of us as we made our way to McDonalds and watched police car after police car zip past us on their way to the accident scene.    The 'what ifs' creeped in suddenly and I was thankful for Emma asking me to put a braid in her hair and having a new puppy that needed to go out one more time before we left and that Logan was only 4 and hasn't figured out how to tie his shoes yet.

So, just a friendly reminder to all our friends/family/blog stalkers that read our blog.....

Sometimes you aren't suppose to get where you are going at the time you want to be there. Sometimes running late is a good thing.

Five things....

I'm stealing this from another blog..thought it was a good post for a dreary Friday.

Five things that makes my family special.

1. Kirby is a great wrestler.  He loves to throw the kids around, tickle them, squish them, squash them, and flip them over and over.

2. I have the skill to know where everything is in my house. Go ahead, ask me......  Where's the piece of gum that Logan chewed 3 months ago and forgot to throw away?  It's under his bed in his book basket. Kirby on the other hand, has no idea where anything is.

3. We LOVE air popped popcorn and spray butter. Even the dogs.

4. We live a pretty simple life and are honest people.

5. Each of us owns at least 3 swimsuits!  When Daddy works at a pool in the summer,  you need more than one suit!

There are lots more things but 5 is the rule for now. How about you?  What makes your family special?