I don't remember what we were eating and I guess it doesn't really matter. Grant wasn't thrilled with it but he found a novel way to eat it. I suppose it's less offensive (but also less effective) than holding his nose. Note in this next picture that he's stirring his chocolate milk to wash it all down with. 
Now there's a strategy I can identify with.
It's not quite as bad as it looks. After I started wiping the rusty residue away from the various gears I found that most of them were in good shape. The sliding gear that actually transfers power was the worst. 
I scraped and filed and sanded and chiseled at it until the outer gear would slide freely. Then I cleaned out the old grease and packed all of the gears back in with new grease. It was then that I wished that I had been a little more methodical about organizing the various nuts, bolts and pieces when I was disassembling it. 
In spite of it all, I got it back together without serious mishap and, more importantly, without any leftover mystery parts. And amazingly enough, it actually works! I got the garden tilled and we'll be planting in no time. Anybody want some zucchini?
And the verdict is...
...about the same as the boys' first time. 
Hmmm, we still see those faces some days at mealtime.
The boys seemed to enjoy the hunt, even though crabs really weren't hard to find. 
Naturally, we posed for the obligatory group shot. 
We also decorated eggs with the boys. 
Naturally, it quickly devolved into an egg mashing party. 
My favorite moment of the night was when Grant asked me where the Silly Putty was. Sorry, wrong type of egg.
Here's the finished product in use on the beautiful 70° Saturday we experienced today. 
Of course, the boys were thrilled to be able to rediscover all of the things from our yard. Grant began adding to the pile of wood in the play house. 
Cole made an appearance as well but he was more interested in being silly than moving logs. 
Although he did put the swing through its paces. 
And there's no better way to end a beautiful day than with popcorn and a movie with your best friend. 
..they might be digging in the dirt... 
... or getting slammed in a door by a careless twin brother... 
... or somehow, mysteriously, getting covered with purple and orange marker. 
"I don't know how it happened, Dad!" 
I'm guessing the left hand knew exactly what the right hand was doing... and vice versa.
The victory dance.
There's so much anticipation and suspense in bowling! (And bonked heads!)
You never know what's going to happen....
Expecially when there's a "jump ball."
Maybe we should call it "basketbowl." Hahaha....I'm so funny.
2 - Grandma gave me hugs.
3 - Grandpa made me laugh.
4 - We went to McKee's Pet & Garden, and petting zoo (Mom's first job when she was 16.)
5 - I finally felt safe when the outlaws were behind bars.
Even if you can get a girl on the edge... 
...it's a boy who'll try to reach a little too far. 
Many thanks to our friends Missy Moo and Apple for helping us illustrate this point. Fortunately, no toddlers were dunked while taking these pictures. We had more important things to look at. 
Ever since this, the boys have been talking about how the bad guys hurt Jesus. 
Of course, few things can compete with the excitement of seeing a real fire truck at work. Someone had spilled oil on the road so two trucks and a dozen men were dispatched to clean it up. 
Naturally, looking at a fire truck isn't as exciting as touching a fire truck. 
Gotta love those flashing lights. 
Thanks for coming down from Wyoming to visit us on our trip! 
In lieu of hugs, how about a quick poke with a stick? 
Run Cole! 
Stop to throw some snow, Grant. 
Stop to throw some snow, Cole. 
Now everyone dip their hands in the frigid fountain water and...
... make a...
... hand print on the bench, Grant. 
Make a ...
... hand print on the bench, Cole.
Try not to fall in, please. 
Now run on the snow, Cole. 
Run on the snow, Grant. 
Okay, now why are we playing around at the Bountiful Temple? Oh yeah, Sue's former roommate Kara got married! 
Congratulations. 
