You know you've met the perfect couple when THEY initiate a date where you are dressed like this:And you know you found the right man when he can see you dressed like this and still find you attractive:
And you know two guys are good friends when they can pretend they're driving alone in a minivan while dressing drag. But did you know that our husbands made us wear little girl tights on our heads and nasty, nasty used slippers on our feet while we repeatedly got up at a nice Italian buffet restaurant? Maybe we'll invite you next time. If you ask nicely.

Sorry ladies, they're taken.

Red Bud

We have a great big, knotty red bud tree in our back yard. It dropped a fairly large branch into the yard the other day, and though the loss of a good 4th of its canopy is not a positive sign for the tree's future, it did offer a photo op for the little darlings. If they were any cuter, I'd just spew chunks all over myself.


And here's a couple more.



That's all. No. I'm done. You'll have to wait until later. I'm serious.

It's done

We originally estimated that our little construction project would be done by Thanksgiving. ThanksGIVING. Well, it turns out that we had to work and eat and pay attention to our children occasionally and go to the bathroom and several other things that take time. But the carpet went in this last wednesday, which was the only part of the project we paid someone to do for us. A big shout-out goes to Kyle Cromar, who engineered the structural changes and did a good portion of the early construction, Joseph Dawson who assisted with the roof, Jesse Neidholdt who kept our house from burning down from an electrical fire, and Becky's family who helped watch kids and helped with mudding and painting.
So, this:



Became this:


And this:


Became this:


And this:


Became this:


For these:


Yes, that is a dog collar around Nora's waist. She is a puppy.