Miss Fearless and Mister Patience

I took Kean over to a neighbor's house to buy some fresh, local honey.

Byron has toast every morning with (local) honey.  He started this little

routine 9 or 10 years ago and hasn't had a problem since with his seasonal allergies.

Kean, with his signs and sounds quickly made it known he wanted to ride their "motorcycle".

 That was heaven... until he saw this-- a big ol' John Deere.

I think he could've stayed there all day and helped

these farmers get their work done.

Yeah, right.

 Greer wins the super brave award for the day.

After school she joined a slew of kids from her elementary in auditioning

for one of just 15 spots in Galileo's annual talent show.

I don't know where she gets it-- both she and Holland have enough

gumption to sing a solo in front of their peers.

I'd have to be hopped up on Valium to pull something like that off.

And finally, I thought you'd like a little update.

Grandpa Bodily's swimming pool is finally fixed.

On our walk this evening, Grandpa Bodily proudly opened up

the pool cover and had us listen to the heater running.

Yippee...



A flat second after Grandpa Bodily opened his pool, Kean ripped his

socks off to let us know-- he's ready.

Patience, my little grasshopper.  Patience.

But we could be swimming by tomorrow night!