beav

the beav.

(thanks to J&M for the nickname)

I’m concerned about how much wood from his crib my son is ingesting. Seriously. I think that kid could gnaw his way out of Alcatraz, or even Azkaban. I tried to upload a picture for you to see the damage, but I can't find my camera connector, and apparently Macs only take SD cards. lame.

shout out number two to J&M for removing the rigamortis cat from our bushes yesterday. that was sad (and very, very disgusting).

on a completely unrelated note, maybe we could all join together and convince Cole to stop feeding every diseased orchard cat that makes its way (in)to our trash cans? I mean, really. tuna? I haven’t even had filet mignon and here we are, feeding cats its human counterpart.

also, have you seen this?! I just read about it in the Ensign and was so excited to create a profile, which in the end made me realize how uninteresting I am. However, I spent like an hour watching profiles and falling in love with these people. I already got sucked into this blog. It was pretty soul searching to answer the question, "why are you a Mormon?". I left feeling really happy and really satisfied. I can think of about ten people that might be reading this who's profile's I want to read more than A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. I wonder if its possible to mormon stalk.