Now you know that the blog is really back when I start posting pictures of the cat. I thought this was so cute. She's sleeping on our bed with her face buried under the pillow. I just love this cat. She is a good little animal. She doesn't miss Harley though!

See photos below

P.S. Larry says "Isn't it amazing what you can do with Photoshop."

He's crazy.

September 5, 2009

Here is proof that Larry went to the Rochester Red Wings game.

And SMILED.

September 1, 2009

Pictures again!

This very handsome boy is Carter. I delivered this boy almost five years ago, although I do not like to use the word delivered. His MOM delivered him. I just caught him. His dad was busy on the phone with 911 so Larry helped. This little boy is a joy in our lives, as are his whole family.

We began having "Locke dates," with the kids, kind of like "grandparents dates," but without the genes.

A couple of weeks ago we took his brother out on a Locke date. Ever since, Carter has been clamoring for his own turn. He called me at work one day to ask when he could come over for lunch. (The kid was determined.) So last Tuesday our little friend, armed with books, showed up at our door for reading, lunch, and making cupcakes.

And play.

We read books.

We sat him on the phone book to have lunch.

We made cuppies with his very own special spoon I bought him. He immediately had to print his name on the handle.

And then Brother Locke brought out this cool toy and the two of them played. I was enchanted.

July 31, 2009

This is part of the MESS in front of our house. The road is all torn up. Those are MEN down in that eight foot deep trench!

July 28, 2009

This is Norman the guinea pig. Norman is a sweet boy. He had just been groomed and was looking quite handsome.

July 11, 2009

Jo-Ann and I were at the Red Wing game on a beautiful summer night. Towards the end of the game these gorgeous clouds started to billow up in the east. If you look behind the smoke stack you will see some of them. They really were beautiful. Turns out those clouds housed the storm that cut short the Hill Cumorah Pageant that night. Thunder. Lightning. Rain. Oh my.