Evan's First (official) Day of Sunday School

Menfolk

Some goodies from the boys' 2nd trip to Wyoming that I never got around to sharing:

Boys

The boys love running errands in Ord because we can usually sneak in a visit to Daddy's shop. This time was extra-fun since they got to check out Randy's new tractor.

I think they approve.

Follow it up with a picnic in the park,

and you end up with two tired, filthy, and contented boys.

Denial

Evan runs up to me several times a day and throws his arms around my legs. "Mine... mommy," he announces with a big smacking kiss. I scoop him up and kiss his cheek. "My baby," I reply. He giggles. "I'm named Evan!" "Okaaaaay, my Evan." Sometimes he relents: "I'm named Baby." Usually he doesn't.

I don't care. I will call him Baby forever. And ever.

The end.

Back in the Saddle

Getting back on the horse- these guys literally, and me in the metaphorical-blog-sense.And trying to figure it all out...