And the nephew?

Ah, yes. Let's not forget him. Sweetly delicate and terrifying to hold.





Serious ISO monkeying took place here due to horrendous lighting conditions. Next time I will demand better photographic conditions. Bah, babies! ;)

Worms. Worms! Worms?

L says not to worry, these are just going to hatch insects. These squirmy looking pods are all over the leaves in my in-laws' backyard. She's the farmer!

I-o-way's Fern Wilson

Fernie passed away. 93. I called her Grandma Wilson like everyone else. It was wonderful knowing her. She'd often refer to herself as Fernie when telling stories and that's what I always called her in my head.

I wonder when we will move.

Did I tell you about the kitty?

It turns out this was a way better option than having another child. Who knew I'd become a cat person?