I'm so sad.

Schyler is getting to the age that she is saying things correctly. I noticed on Monday when we had to stop by the Dollar General for cat food (we were adopted).

She used to say "Dollar Genital" which was much more fun.

Now she just says Dollar General. Nothing fun about that.

And I guess if she's not saying things correctly, then we should teach her to say it correctly. I guess when your teenager is still calling M&M's "Auntie Em's" (yes, we love The Wizard of Oz) it's not cute. Maybe a little weird.

I don't do a lot of pictures because, well, I'm way too lazy mostly. Also my computer is not the fastest. But I decided to post some today. So unless you are related to me the following is probably not going to be of any interest. But anyhoo...

This is who adopted us:

Part of living in the country is you get adopted quite regularly. I think someone dumped her out. So sad, but really they couldn't have done her a bigger favor. We call her Luna. Which we decided on because of the moon reference, but turns out it's more like Luna-tic. She's a little nuts.




Turns out running up to the top of that mound was a little harder than first expected -





Here is a good, GOOD, group of kids. The rest of those are Aunt Mama Hen's. And that guy that lives with her.






I was trying to take a picture of Schyler on our field trip to Golden Flake when someone announced "warm chips!". This blur was all I got. Honestly, they were worth it.






Couldn't resist the cat nap! Cheesy, I know.