It's just like riding a bike...

Like everything else in Bubba's life, things don't necessarily come easy, but with enough confidence and practice (and some accommodations and modifications), almost anything is possible.

Bubba learned to "lose the training wheels" this week after several unsuccessful and frustrating attempts (years) at home. I can't explain the smile on his face as he "launched" today, but I will tell you that I cried as he yelled "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"

My Boys are THOSE Kinda People

They dress up and go to Renaissance Faires. Lord help me. What did I expect, their Grandma is a wench (really, she is, at the Faire).

Thankfully Aunt M is weird too, so she took them and I didn't hafta. She also made their costumes and taught them all sorts of things I now have to listen about....









More pictures here.

Fatal Attraction

See this cute little puddy tat?



She likes to torture things. Like this one that she blinded and then watched as it slammed itself into things.



And then decapitate them and drag them into our basement. Thankfully this one didn't fit through the kitty door.



I'd almost be disgusted, except that Momma's vegetable garden and flowers have been virtually untouched. And Hubby, who "hates" cats, now has a strange fondness of this one because she comes when she's called, snuggles with his boys, and kills things. Apparently his priorities for females aren't very high.