Flashback...

I'm sick of my Gator Farm post so I had to find something...here goes.

Today six years ago...

September 27, 2004We lived in Provo, UT.

Sarah and her kids were there for something.

Berkley was still young--four.

We lived in what we thought was a huge, nice house on 7th East--since we saw it in March we realized just how ghetto it actually was.

I was a newly-christened stay-at-home-mom.

I was bored.

Ben was finishing his final year of school at BYU.

Apparently our trash can was over-flowing. Aahhh!!

Gator Farms: WT or not?

When my B-I-L said "Let's go to Shreveport to the Gator Farm for Labor Day," (paraphrasing there) I was a little skeptical.


I mean, Gator Farm?

Really?


It was actually pretty cool. There were lots of animals that let us feed and pet them. And there were several animals the Tyler Zoo doesn't even have.



So are we WT for going to a Gator Farm?

(WT is my polite way of saying White Trash--just trying to keep it clean here, folks.)


Maybe not.

Because then we took the kids to the Science Museum and made them lay on a bed of nails!

Ready for the Buckeyes!

Cate, Connor, Peyton

First Home Game of the Season!

Already?

Second week of kindergarten and he's already in to Bandz.

Yikes!

I guess I should mention that this was a reward from the school for being a Star Student.

He was the first one of the year chosen from his class!!

Go Caleb!