Weekend Update

I'm sorry to say that this Memorial Day weekend we did not take part in the long established traditions marking our fallen warriors (namely goin to tha lake and drinkin some beer). Instead, we had a quite weekend at home with the kids. We did a little yard work, went to church, had dinner with Currie's parents (which did involve drinkin some beer), and spent some time with our neighbor, Ellen.

In lue of new pictures I have old pictures, just to remind you that they have ALWAYS been cute.

PICTURES

Here are a couple of pictures of the kids cracking them selvesup:

and one just to freak out the grandparents:

Terribly sorry that we haven't posted in several days. Our computer was in the shop (the Apple shop in Anaheim) and we just got it back. I try to bring everyone up to speed with the events of the last week or so:

Work is winding down (tomorrow is my last day), and things are starting to get pretty surreal. The funny thing is that everyone is either jealous or excited for me, more like a commuted sentence then a job transition. I had a lot of fun over the past few days completing the written portion of my exit interview, and expect the oral portion to be equally fun tomorrow.

The kids are good, not much has changed with them in the last week. The weather here is beautiful, and the kids spend some time each day in the outdoors. I spied Rylie's two piece swim suit drying out on the patio; once I get a picture of her in it I'll post it.

One humorous thing did happen the other day. Brice had the good/bad fortune of supervising the children's first experience with death. He was babysitting and they were on a walk in our neighborhood when they came upon a squirrel squished by a Sequoia. Rylie seems to have inherited her mothers morbid curiosity and asked her uncle all about the poor creature, insisted Currie take her on the same route the next day, and told me ALL about it when I got home. I don't think Parker quite grasped the whole thing, but 'dead' is now a part of their vocabulary.

That's all I got. Pics and stories coming soon.

Can I be Daddy's helper?

The other day I was cooking dinner and Parker wanted to help. This routine typically consists of him (or Rylie) sitting on the counter next to my stuff and begging to stir/pour/look. Everything was going along according to protocol; I seasoned the meat, chopped some onion and garlic and turned for ONE SECOND to heat the pan. When I turned around Parker was 'seasoning' the onions, exactly as he thought I would like. The result was about four dollars of seasoned salt assaulting the onions, with a healthy dash moving in on the garlic. Daddy finished the meal without help.

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While we love the comments that have been pouring in, all but one have been anonymous. This has lead to a series of wagers between Currie and I. While this has proved somewhat entertaining, I've lost every one, and owe her so much money that I'm shutting it down.

The site will now prompt you to sign up in order to post. It should take less then a minute to sign up, and all you need to include is your first name. Once you create your user name, your computer should remember it, and you shouldn't even notice it.

I know it's kind of a pain, but it will make it a lot easier to figure out who's leaving all those threats.

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