Whenever it rains, we like to pretend it's apple juice,
and that we're on a sugar high.
That way, when mom gets all worn out, and mad,
hey, "Blame it on the rain,
yah, yah!"
Whenever it rains, we like to pretend it's apple juice,
and that we're on a sugar high.
That way, when mom gets all worn out, and mad,
hey, "Blame it on the rain,
yah, yah!"



Ahhhh, yes. The bird bath water really does taste better on the other side of the fence.

The turtles were amazing!
Grant decided he wants to be a duck when he grows up.
They were impressed by the elephants.
The tall giraffe made them laugh (but it's not the thing for me).
Finally, the pièce de résistance, a monkey.
Haven't you always wanted a monkey?
Rocks! (Now, I know they're not animals, but we love them so much we have to add them to the list.) Well, we got a little carried away with the affection, there (they don't taste as clean as they look.)
It turns out that what rocks really love is to be thrown. Yes, that is the measure of their creation, and therefore, we obliged.
"Nakes!" They really loved us, too. Here he is hugging us before going back to his home with all other "nakes."
Beata froggy! He got a little pat on the head, and we had to back off on the squeezes. And we know he didn't want to leave us, because he swam away real slow. Hmmm.
As a bonus, we found a "nake" just our size on the way back to the car. Wow! After all that love, we were just "beata" and had to be put right to bed. Ahhhhh, dreams of froggies.





...by which I mean, the boys got in the way and stubbornly refused to lift a single rock. They made a show of trying but ultimately didn't actually move any. Grant did stand on a rock while playing with the dirt in the wheelbarrow but he didn't move it there.
Fortunately, we weren't planning on the little wall being very long or tall and we were able to use all of the rocks and end it about where we wanted.
Now we just need a cubic yard or two of bark dust to fill in behind the wall.
Now, our more inquisitive readers may be wondering, "What's the point?" The point lives several houses down the street and turns 16 in a few weeks. The point also has several pointy friends who are also new to the realm of driving. We're hoping that all those pointy headed teenagers who choose to drive just a little too fast down our road at least have better visibility when our own little points make a mad dash into the street. Get the point? Good.
The surgeon also found a floater from a tear in her meniscus (see diagram)
This is likely the biggest contributor to her recent knee problems.
Everything went very well, mother and knee are home and resting peacefully. Special thanks for Ma's mom for coming and helping out for a few days.







The reclamation crew estimates the biggest loss will be time spent restoring the damaged surfaces, and chemicals/supplies. Although tastefully done (note the Seagull, state bird of Utah and Mormon icon) it is still considered a household offense, downgraded to a class 2 since carpet wasn't involved. Since local authorities are unsure the assailant is reformed after repeated explanations of his wrongdoing, careful and constant surveillance will be in effect for a minimum 5 years. Considered impossible to retain, he is constantly on the move and possibly armed and dangerous, so caution is advised.




