
In Oct. Edward and I went to San Antonio to visit his Parents. We had a really nice time -I love them so much! While we were there Edward found his old teddybear he’d had when he was a baby out in the shed. It was dirty with holes and stuffing coming out, but I told him I would try to restore it. He was so nostalgic with the thing, everytime some stuffing would float out he’d catch it and poke it back inside, trying to keep "teddy" whole.
When we got home I just stuck "teddy" in the laundry room so I could figure out what to do with him later. Well somehow he got caught up in a blanket that I threw in the wash, and when I looked in the machine there were millions of little crumbly pieces of stuffing everywhere! I decided to bundle up the blanket and take it outside to shake. I don’t know if I was thinking it would all just blow away in the wind or dissolve or what, because when I was done there were little pieces of stuffing all over the back yard! It looked like it had snowed! I got a mental picture of Edward trying to pick up all the little pieces of his bear and put them back inside the little limp body and I panicked! I got the vacuum out and using the attachments I started vacuuming it all up. I saw the neighbors in the two story behind us watching me, I’m sure they were wondering why this crazy lady was vacuuming her grass! Anyway, all the evidence has been disposed of, and when I go visit my parents after Thanksgiving my mom said she’ll help me put new stuffing in "teddy" and sew him up. I always seem to make so much more work for myself!
When we got home I just stuck "teddy" in the laundry room so I could figure out what to do with him later. Well somehow he got caught up in a blanket that I threw in the wash, and when I looked in the machine there were millions of little crumbly pieces of stuffing everywhere! I decided to bundle up the blanket and take it outside to shake. I don’t know if I was thinking it would all just blow away in the wind or dissolve or what, because when I was done there were little pieces of stuffing all over the back yard! It looked like it had snowed! I got a mental picture of Edward trying to pick up all the little pieces of his bear and put them back inside the little limp body and I panicked! I got the vacuum out and using the attachments I started vacuuming it all up. I saw the neighbors in the two story behind us watching me, I’m sure they were wondering why this crazy lady was vacuuming her grass! Anyway, all the evidence has been disposed of, and when I go visit my parents after Thanksgiving my mom said she’ll help me put new stuffing in "teddy" and sew him up. I always seem to make so much more work for myself!

Katie LOVES lucky charms! Whenever she hears me pour a bowl she skids into the kitchen. She waits till I turn to the fridge to get the milk, then she'll hop up on the counter -paw out a few marshmellows and race off before I can scold her for being up there.
My dad is very light skinned. He freckles in the sun and burns very easily -so he never goes on any outdoor adventures without one of his floppy brimmed straw hats! (He was pretending to be a pirate on this rafting trip last yr -that's why he has the goofy eye patch on, he even talked in Pirate lingo with words like 'matey' and 'aaargh' :) I appreciate the fact that he is skin cancer conciouse now, but when I was growing up I was always a little embarrased that he insisted on wearing his farmer John's hat, and he often tried to get us to wear one too! I love my Dad so much!.........Now to preface the next picture I need to explain a little about my brother Jay. He is one year younger than me and has low functioning Autism. He is the sweetest boy and I love him so much! He has a hard time understanding the purpose of things. For example, my mom taught him how to empty the dishwasher -so then he started putting all the dishes he found away in the cubbords -clean or dirty, and regardless of whether you were done eating your meal or not. All he understood was that "dishes go in cubbords". So she tried to reverse it by teaching him h




