Please pass the Catchup! (By Bobby)

It's not easy keeping up with the boys, church, work, military obligation, and the rest of life's daily chores, but we need to do a little better updating the blog :)

On a flight to Orlando, I noticed our neighborhood just before the wing passed over it and the temple site just above that. You can make out the river and downtown KC just below the horizon. Too bad I didn't have a real camera with me.

Jefferson and Henry have sure loved spending time with their rockstar uncle. Michael is leaving next week for the recording studio. Be sure to vote for his band on PureVolume.com. He's the bass player for The Strive.Henry must have some of the same genes...He loves drumming at our neighbor's house. My good friend Bill was nice enough to let Henry try out his set and he knew just what to do.

In other news, our boys are growing up waaay too quickly. We're grateful that Henry's now potty trained and can say his alphabet but it's still weird to us that he'll be turning three just after Thanksgiving.

Everytime Henry went potty, he got to add a car to his dinosaur train the first day. He was pretty proud of it and no, we are not above bribery. :)

They may not look exactly alike, but they both love food.

If Jefferson ever hands you a book and you take it, be prepared for him to plop in your lap! He loves being read to.

Henry's first word was tractor and he still can't get enough of anything remotely related. A trip to Lowe's is better than the toy store for him (and Daddy).
Jefferson insists on Thomas PJ's each night. It's funny that a guy so little can be so enthusiastic about some things.
Jefferson learned how to push the chairs around to get to things he wants on the counter. Helena came downstairs to this little crime scene and snapped a picture. It's funny here, but he sure gives his mom a scare. He has no fear despite busted lips and a chipped tooth.
While most of our black berries dried up in the heatwave, we managed to grab a few one afternoon. They were almost as good as the ones I remember eating from Grandma Woody's thicket when I was little.