Monday, July 28, 2014


At the barbershop:

Dick (the barber): "Do you have a dog at home?"

Micah:  "No."

Dick:  "Maybe you should get an Irish Setter, that would be a good dog for your family."

Micah:  "My mom doesn't want one."

Dick:  "Why is that?"

Micah:  "Because she has the three of us."


The ultimate duo.  Two peas in a pod.  


I walked into the kitchen one morning to see Noah reading the Wood River paper.  This photo reminds me so much of Shawn.  Like father, like son.  

Saturday, July 19, 2014

No more Ooah

Last week Noah came to me with a sad face and said, "Mom, I'm so sad. Celia doesn't say "Ooah" anymore.  Now she says "Noah."

And so it goes.