pictures

here are some pictures finally.

J and daddy coming to get mom with a chainsaw...


J and daddy swinging


we got some meat chicks in the spring


2 massacres and a butchering later there have now officially been no survivors


and what better way to celebrate home grown and butchered chicken than authentic nshima.


it's raspberry season...


you have to turn your head, but J is really into lining things up right now...


he also has a very fun sense of style... usually including one of daddy's hats


he's a good helper!


thanks for waiting. hope it was worth it :)

jordan: "J, what should we name the baby?"

J: "boat"

baby's blog debut

Jeriah is going to be a big brother! (13 weeks)

sadly the photo opp was missed but this little guy is eating olive rings, three on three of his fingers. :)


J in"vest"ing in some playtime before we go outside




the guys hard at work


wearing daddy's work shoes


here's our community group this year... we packed it out with 18 people in our little living room :)


and worthy of noting... this is the fabulous dinner that jordan prepared for us the other evening :) awesome! devil's food cake with triple chocolate icing! and yellow cake batter ice cream. yum!

Uncle Dana and Aunt Livi came to visit!!!

J getting ready to go meet some buckeyes at the airport


The ipad was a big hit as usual...


J enjoyed being one of the guys.


making J giggle


out on the town in fairhaven


J in a phone booth


not a fan of "dirty dan"


CRABS!


"nose...eyes"


dinosaurs need naps too!


St. Patty's Day book from Grammie and Papa


p.s. (a little bonus for my mom and dad)
Not only did i make corned beef with turnips, cabbage, potatoes, and carrots... but i used the leftovers to make a pot pie :) This "dirty Mc" is makin' you proud! :)

J is a BIG fan of being outside!

J checking out the chickens.



He really likes these little buggers. (Even though they peck his fingers when he doesn't heed his mama's warnings.)



Scouting the freshly tilled garden



J is also a big fan of pushing the button on the back door, which just so happens to be the one that locks said door. So... when I go out to throw a load of laundry in, I leave the door open. Yesterday, when I came back out of the garage, look who had very quickly escaped! (side note: into our fully fenced yard)



FREEDOM!

Where are Grammie and Papa?

It looks like the same way that Mama and Daddy are both "dada", Papa and Grammie may be collectively known as "papa"