Grrrrrrrrr

This is Cocoa's favorite game. Until now we have had to play with her. Now it's Marley's job.

Family Fun

We had the best water fight ever.

Bath Time

My kids -- 2 legged and 4 legged.

Cameron snuggling Cocoa.



Gloria snuggling Marley.



Both snuggling Marley.



And...



James reading them all a bedtime story.

Except for Marley.

He's not allowed on the bed.



Well...

Gloria

Here are the much anticipated picture of my darling daughter.



She loves dressing up. Sometimes is it just a glove and a sock...




...sometimes, she's all duded up in her swim gear (over her clothes).




She has quite the imagination. She can entertain herself for an hour.

Marley

He's big. He's playful. He's big. He's loveable. He's big. He's Marley.

My cousin had to find a new home for him. James has been wanting another lab since Moose died 4 years ago. I said I didn't want another puppy. So, he's perfect for us, right? He's already potty trained. He's past the chewing phase. He rode on the plane from Utah. Well, after we all get adjusted I'm sure he'll be fine. I forgot how much work a new dog is. He wakes up at the crack of dawn wanting to play. He wants to play when we're ready to veg for the night. He slobbers all over the floor after he gets water. AND James seems to be allergic to him.

Final Ride

If you haven't seen this before, it is very cool. My grandpa was carried to the cemetery in this.

I'm back

Okay, so I've been gone FOREVER. I haven't slept in my bed in 12 nights. The longest stretch in one bed in those 11 nights was in Delta for 3 nights. It has been a long time away from home and James. But the kids are such troopers and we had such a good time under the circumstances. We also have a new family member now. He's a 92 lb, 1 year old, yellow lab. Cocoa doesn't like him yet. I'll post pictures later. I figure I have to go through my mail, pay my bills, get groceries and do laundry before I can justify blogging. It shouldn't take too long, haha.

My grandpa -- Carl Probert

My grandpa died on July 2, 2008 after fighting for a year with that dreaded cancer.

The night before he died, my mom flew in and sat by his bedside. She talked to him through the night. She said, "Come on, daddy, let's take a ride up the mountain. Get on ole Trigger. Don't worry, he can take you. [Trigger is about as old as I am.] I'll take the lead this time, daddy." She talked him through the trip. The next day he died. They called to tell a dear cousin, Donny. Donny had gone to check on the horses that day and found one dead. Not Trigger, but ole Gus. Donny said, "All my life Uncle Carl has let me borrow one of his horses. Maybe this time he needed to borrow one of mine." Grandpa took Gus up on the mountain, then Gus took him right up into heaven.

I have been blessed with wonderful men in my life. Grandpa was one of the best. I'll miss you Gramps.