Memorial Day

We had a nice, but busy Memorial Day. The kids and me and Matt went to Russellville to see Grandpa, and as always, were busy the entire time. Matt worked cows, mowed the yard, fixed the oven, and took the girls on the 4-wheeler several times. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned, and let me tell you... you just haven't truly cleaned until you've cleaned the house of an 85 year old man who lives alone. Wow. I'm trying to talk him into getting a housekeeper, but he keeps insisting he doesn't need one. I want to say, "Yes, but I DO!"

After we got home, I cleaned our house in hopes a realtor will call tomorrow and want to show it, and Matt mowed our yard while the girls played outside and ate popsicles. I love warm weather. There's nothing like sending the girls out with the threat, "If you open that door one more time, no more popsicles!"

I don't have many pictures from the weekend, but I'll share what I've got...

Happy baby


Already had a bath...

And last but not least, my hardened criminals. I'm not sure which one gets the cry baby award for the day. I just thought this picture looked too much like a mug shot to pass up the opportunity.