Sunday, August 24, 2014

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

//Week 3//



We celebrated Ruthanna turning two years old last week. We had a party with relatives and church people out.

 Feeding the lambs was a hit.... Andrew would get the corn ready as the kids waited patiently.
     Looking at the horses
 Andew's parents came for the birthday party too.Ruthanna loves helping grandma Larson clean.


Saturday, August 16, 2014

//Week 2 //

My helper.... always ready when it's time to cook

 Ilene and I went out for supper one night. Andrew watched the three kids. We had fun catching up and not entertaining kids while we ate.
 this was what we came home to...the girls doing the dishes!
 
Dessert time for the kids with Andrew
 We have been working around the yard getting things picked up and junk hauled out...
 One day we had a man come and grind stumps for us. He did 25 stumps in just over 2 hours.
                   We went out one night to a concert...
                                    Kissing dad
Cooking again

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Week 1 of paradise

 Ruthanna is in paradise with Andrew home....Andrew has been home a little over a week.... Ruthanna is very attached to him and likes to follow him throughout the day.  The above picture was from the first day..working on machinery at my parents.

                                                     Sound asleep



            Playing tent has become a nightly ritual.  Every night after supper Ruthanna starts saying "tent tent."
                                    Ready to feed the lambs
                     We split wood one day and cleaned up our piles and stacked them...Ruthanna and I ran the tractor while Andrew was putting the logs in.


 We went to the pool after church. Ruthanna's favorite area was the big sand area. The poolwas not a success... lots of tears. Maybe next year.

Ruthanna loves the tractor also. We have been working around the yard picking up junk etc...

Saturday, August 2, 2014

6:15 pm


                                      Riding tractor with dad