Since Josh can now ride his bike without training wheels (thanks in part to Uncle Scott!)
we treated ourselves to a chocolate dipped cone and french fries.
And ate both at the same time.
While I was outside trimming our way overgrown trees this afternoon,
I stumbled upon this beautiful nest.
I realized soon after finding it that the piece of dirt, or maybe the old dog poop,
that I was avoiding with my feet, wasn't dirt or poop at all
but was in fact, a decomposing baby bird.
It made me sad and the nest....not so wonderful.
This is what happens when Trevor comes home from work.
I follow him into our bedroom where we "chill out" for a few minutes
and I completely disregard whatever it was I was doing before.
In this case, it happened to be baking cookies.
Not to worry, this was the last batch.