Fetch

Kean continues to plug along.

He's not great but he's not sick either.

We went for a walk today...

really I walked and he pulled his hat off and threw it.

Mommy Fetch as I like to call it.

 Everything is starting to bloom here, especially the weeds.

Byron rigged his weed sprayer up to the four wheeler, enlisted the girls

to be his lovely assistants...

 and hit the yard-- hard.

If I do say so, he's the cutest killer of weeds I know.