Friday, May 29, 2009

Catching Up...

I got really behind, so forgive my forever long post!

Hank loves nothing more than to go to the "man-store" (Home Depot) with his dad. Here they are picking out wood for our garden spot.

High-fiveing their own awesomeness!

About two weeks ago, Grandpa and Grandma treated the family to a few days in Seaside, Oregon. We had so much fun! We started by going to the zoo: Hank and Haylee staring down the polar bear.

All the grandkids, plus some more!

The Zoo boasted a train, so yes faithful readers, Hank got his first ride on a train. I dont think he stopped talking about it for a week later!

Afterwards, we got to meet the conductor. I'm sure Hank thinks that is the best job in the world!

Seaside socked in...but still lovely

Hank adopted one of Chloe's dolls. He made sure she was fed, and tucked her into Grandma's sweatpants for warmth. It was pretty cute-until he started making out with the doll and CPS came to take her away.

Go fly a kite!

Memorial Day Campout: Well, kindof. It was a campout until about midnight when Hank was relegated back to his own bed, and then it just became Shane and I sleeping on the floor.

Here he is doing his fake snoring.

Reverence is more than just quietly sitting.

A few years back, Shane watched as a nurse put an IV in my hand. When she left, he turned to me and I quote, "I would rather take a bullet in my brain then have an IV. A bullet in my brain." He should have mentioned that to his appendix.

At last, Hollywood gets it right!

Saturday, May 9, 2009


The buzz cut has a long and prolific history. Here are some examples:

Now anyone who has seen my boy in action, knows that he is a sweater. Not a sweater, but a sweat-er. He sweats like a dyslexic on Countdown. You have never seen a child sweat like this before. So- after much discussion, we decided to give Hank his first real summer haircut. Prepare yourself.

Are you ready?


Hank was actually pretty upset, and refuses to look at himself in the mirror, Shane keeps looking at him and saying "I dont like it, I just dont like it" and I cried.

Hair grows back, right?