Memories to remember...

Open House at the school...

Brooklyn and Easton loved showing off what they have done in School this year!

 Grandmommy is here!  She's been a lifesaver, helping with Cooper, meals, and laundry. What would I do without her?  

 Cooper with his syrup on his face!  Those pancakes were so yummy!

 Daddy being goofy with the kids.

Bike Riding...Brooklyn and Easton LOVE to ride bikes. Eric scored and got this cool mountain bike for Easton for $5 at a yard sale...what a steal!  Its perfect for him.  Grandmommy has been taking Cooper everyday on a bike ride too. Cooper loves bike rides too.  

WOOD, WOOD, WOOD...we are all set for next winter I would say. Eric has been working really hard splitting, and stacking the wood.  On Saturday he did it in the pouring rain and I mean POURING rain. It was crazy. And I thought Eric was crazy for staying out there.  I'm glad it's all done for his sake!

Eric wrote about it on his facebook, this is what he wrote...

"The wood stack is finally cut, split, and stacked for this year. We returned from hiking early afternoon. I pulled out the wheel barrel and started throwing some timber. It seemed that Mother nature didn't like her trees being treated this way and tried to stop my efforts with a little precipitation. When it started my Tshirt captured a few drops. It felt refreshing, who wouldn't want a little mist to cool a sweating brow. My shirt then began to stick to my body as a would throw one log after the other. I tried to wipe away the water from my face, but by this point I could not find a dry section of shirt to wipe it with. Brooklyn and Easton helped for a while, when the sheets of rain began to fall, they bailed. I felt like Lt. Dan in Forest Gump.
"Come on! You call this a storm? Blow, you son of a b*****! Blow! It's time for a showdown! You and me! I'm right here! Come and get me!"
Cold unforgiving rain was now flowing through every crack in my body. Water would accumulate in my leather gloves and then pour down my arms as I would lift another log to stack it. It just kept coming and coming. After what seemed like hours, a ray of sunshine broke through the clouds, the rain pour turned to drizzle, then a mist. Mother Nature withdrew from the fight, gratified with the amount of infliction administered. I removed my gloves to squeegee my face to find that the die in the leather had turned my hands a pail yellow. Very similar to the yellow tint Ryder leaves for me in his diapers. Then a beautiful site appeared... it was Brooklyn, she came back to help! In her hands was a warm dry jacket for Dad. As we stacked that last log together; soaking, sore, bruised, and splintered, we arose triumphant in the battle to provide thermal protection to our family for one more cold winter season."