Monkeys, Wigs, and Rogue Zucchini

It's very strange to realize that my 5-year-old daughter is a better athlete than I ever was.

Weaves are this year's hot, new fungal vector.

So last year, we started a compost box. We added our vegetable debri to it all winter and when we started our garden a few weeks ago, we mixed it in with the soil. Well, it turns out that if you include seeds in your compost, there's a good chance that some of those seeds will maintain their viability. We have what appear to be zucchini plants popping up all over the garden where they were never intended. They could be butternut squash, or even spaghetti squash. We ate all of those. They're probably zucchini. It seems a shame to weed them out, so if if anyone wants some zucchini seedings, just let us know.

Quality Eggs

Happy Administrative Professional's Day, everybody.

We travelled about 30 minutes north this last weekend to a place with nice, rounded bushes where the girls searched about and found brightly colored, egg-shaped, candy-filled representations of the Lord's Resurrection.

Samantha is wondering if the individual on the left is hiding an egg in his pants.

Lucy expertly navigated the ball-shaped bushes without touching them. She doesn't like balls. GOLF balls, sicko.

Nora is to skin pigment as her father is to hair.

Lucyis shorter than the camera operator by a ways, but she's smarter than 94% of all registered dolphins.


Becky made these lovely easter bags, which the girls can now use to carry distractions to church.


I didn't realize until I saw this picture, but my oldest daughter has some guns. Bam! Hyrum, you better start doing some curls if you don't want to look like a wuss next to your wife.

I wonder if egg hunting is anything like antelope hunting. I bet antelope hunting is easier and harder at the same time. Easier, because antelope are so much easier to see. Harder, because anteope are more difficult to open.

I've heard Independence is the meth capital of the United States.

In case you thought your kids were cute.

Parental Failure

Our lovely Samantha has had some tooth pain. We looked in her mouth the other day and noticed that she had a couple dark spots on a couple of her teeth. We took her to the dentist.

It's pretty cool that you can see her adult teeth pushing up on her baby teeth. However, the uncool part is that she has SEVEN cavities. She's FIVE YEARS OLD. SEVEN CAVITIES. We knew our girls didn't have perfect oral hygeine, but come on. Seven? We get to go back tomorrow to have them repaired. We haven't told her exactly what's involved. I've failed you, Dr. Shakespear.

If a Woodchuck Could Chuck

Over the last three weeks, much spare time has been occupied dealing with this: With some help from Colten, Faata, Larry and Paul, it became this:

And then with some help from Blake, Kyle, Tyler, and a woodchipper from Home Depot, it became this:

And this:

And this:

Thank you very much, guys.

If anyone needs a few wheelbarrows full of mulch, come on over.

Samantha lost her first tooth. Being such an accelerated child, she chose not to wait until her baby tooth was gone to start growing her permanents. Now we'll have to step up her oral hygiene, what with the life-long consequences and all.