Must have been a long day

Tree and a Cricket

It was time to plant a tree for The Bug, so we headed out to Chambersville Tree Farm Friday with Craig's dad.


He works out there and helped us pick out a lovely Desert Willow 'Bubba' for the front of the house. (A couple of rose bushes may have also snuck their way into the truck.) Thanks, Clint!


All the sunshine and fresh air must have been too much for Big I.


But when we got home there was a package at the door. I found a super good deal on a little Cricket loom a few weeks ago. I thought it might be fun to let people borrow or for the boys if they wanted to try some time. Oh boy! it had arrived.

I gave it a coat of paint right away and then to my surprise Big I declared he wanted to make a scarf 'All by myself!'. He decided it would be a scarf for Daddy.

So we picked some colors and warped it up. And to my great astonishment, he went to town. (The nap must have helped.)


Daddy even got in on the action.

And not to be outdone...


P.S. The new tree also made it into the ground, but it was late and there was no light. Perhaps photos later.

"We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo..."

It was a beautiful day to head to the Fort Worth Zoo earlier this week. We went with Craig's siblings and a two cousins and had a very, very nice visit.

Lots of animals. These are just a few of course.

(Yes, there were tigers and bears right next door, but I think that cliche has been done already.)

We stopped for lunch were The Bug and Miss. P. explored the wonders of gravel.


I'm not sure what is going on here with Aunt Cheri.



The highlight for The Bug had to be when we got some ice cream.


He was not to be denied. Everyone else was having some after all.

Everyone except Big I. He was happier with his lollypop.

Purgatory

Big I found some old pics that reminded me of our one missing little family member this year.

Fortunately, Brisco was just a dog, albeit a very good one. However, it reminded me that more souls are released from purgatory on Christmas Day than any other day. So here's Brisco reminding us all to say a prayer for those who have gone before us on Sunday as they undoubtedly pray for us. Here's a wonderful one from St. Gertrude:

Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Most Precious Blood of Thy Divine Son, Jesus, in union with the masses said throughout the world today, for all the holy souls in purgatory, for sinners everywhere, for sinners in the universal church, those in my own home and within my family. Amen.

Outgrown

We'll just have to face it, Big I has finally outgrown the jumparoo.


I guess we'll finally have to get him some new toys this Christmas.