Reason #441 why . . .

I love little boys.



Sheriff Langston and Fearsome side-kick, Francie-kitty

{s}Milestone

We have a new smile around here.

He wears them nicely, doesn't he?

{Overheard in a 'secret' conversation on the way home from the orthodontist's:

"Braden, I can help you rip those off when we get home."

Oh, Ryland . . . }

First Day of Spring {our farm-style}

It always impresses me how much the landscape changes around here from season to season.  Since today is the first day of Spring, I thought I'd take a few shots of our little farm-in-the-city in the hopes of continuing the photo documentation through the Fall and harvest season.

This is the exciting time of the gardening season - full of hopes, dreams and overflowing bushel baskets.

No thoughts of giant hail, washout rains, extreme heat and wind, or squash bugs.

Reality will set in by June, I'm sure.

Front door garden

Window garden

Hyacinth

Tulip

Peach blossoms

Ryland's plum tree

Thriving cilantro patch

Main garden

A pea emerging!  Hooray!

{Not exactly} Spring chickens

Lilac

Seedlings

Mouse traps - I mean, beloved farm cats

A new vocabulary word

The other day, my husband brought a new word home for us to learn.
Ready?

Ineptocracy (in-ep-toc'-ra-cy) - a system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.

Study up, there will be a final comprehension exam on this topic in November 2012.

Early Morning Outer Space Flight

Ryland had a little extra time the other morning - I believe he was waiting for the caffeine to kick in with his Kindergarten teacher.

While the Starbucks was brewing, he gathered some odds-n-ends from about the home and garage and built himself a space shuttle.

Carseat-rocketseat, the globe {so he can recognize which planet to return to} and an invisible steering wheel.

His mission?  To deploy this Tinkertoy satellite for his brothers' homemade radio system.  There's a lot more truth in that statement than most would realize!

I found these lovely signs taped to the doors of his headquarters.  He very proudly told me all about them - notice how NASA is spelled backwards?  He was looking down at his shirt to get the letters in the right order. {sweetness!} The picture of the man with the balloon pants?  The sign for the men's restroom, of course.  {He's a thinker!}

And my favorite sign of all, perhaps of all time-

no ordnare pepl

I believe his way of saying "Authorized Personnel Only"

I'm framing this one, because this too has much more truth than we admit.

It pretty much sums up our family,

No ordinary people.

A Sad Realization

"Mom . . . if I can't fly, then Superman can't be real, right?"

Ry, you're still my superman - flying or not!