What else is going on in that brain of yours?

People tell me Jared is so weird. "Really?" I reply. But sometimes I do get so used to him I forget until like last night, for example, when he comes up to me after getting out of the shower and says, "Sorry it took so long. I had to sing all the verses to "St. Bernard-o" and that's a lot of verses."

(In case you think you are not familiar with "St. Bernard-o" you are but just don't know it. It goes like this: "There was a farmer who had a dog and St. Bernardo was his name-o...S-T-B-E-R-N-A-R-D-O..." and there's plenty of clapping involved.)

cookies and little love

Here are three cookies and a a little love.

Natalie is eating a new cookie creation---new to me anyway! It's oatmeal blueberry, with dried blueberries instead of raisins. Pure yum.
Here's the recipe because you'll want to try these for yourself:

Oatmeal Blueberry Cookies
1 c. flour
1/2 t. baking powder
1 t. ground cinnamon
1/4 t. baking soda
1/4 t. salk
1 stick softened butter
1/2 c. sugar
1/2 c. brown sugar
1 egg
1 t. vanilla
1 1/2 c. oats
1/2 c. dried blueberries
Sift dry ingredients, minus the oats in a small bowl. Cream butter and sugars. Add eggs and vanilla. Gradually add flour mix to sugar mix. Stir in oats and blueberries.
Bake for 10-12 minutes at 350 degrees on greased cookie sheets. Makes 2 dozen.


And, a little love...
Check out the heart tomato from Mother Nature herself. Here's the tomato sliced and it's on the swing tray in the first photo. More pure yum---a tomato sandwich waiting to happen.

Good Times

My mom and sister were here for two weeks. One of the highlights was when I pulled out my guitar and my mom and I sang together. It was a fun surprise when she new all the verses to "I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane" and I had almost forgotten what a great voice she has. Warm and fuzzy feelings for all. We even squeezed in a few verses of "Old MacDonald Had A Farm" for Natalie.

Oh boy!

Here's our sweet boy! He's already gained about a pound---so un-Natalie! Can you tell how happy I am? because all my sentences are ending with exclamation points!!!

"Isaac" means "he who laughs" and he is living up to his name---like only a baby can. Frequently throughout the day he gets a crazy case of the hiccups after a serious fit of the toothless smiles. Pretty fun boy.

We're also re-learning the clean diaper theory which states, ahem and I quote, "Nothing produces a blow out like a clean diaper." Well, almost word for word.
Natalie calls him "my baby" and we've already forgotten what life was like with out him. It's amazing how your heart can grow and feel so much love. How did we get so lucky?




p.s. Only the truly fortunate have so many freckles.

"Hike!" I mean "Ike!"