A past due random thought post.

I've been a little concerned lately about my brown thumb.

I know many of you will try to reassure me by saying, "Um, you're a little busy raising children."  I'm still a plant murderer though.  I still bought these things thinking that they would live a full and complete life.  For example, I planted four small rows of carrots thinking we would get quite a large crop of carrots.  No, only four have sprouted.

Maybe it's God's way of saying.  "Don't get so proud.  Sure you and your husband make the most adorable children on the planet, but you can't get carrots to grow."

The same goes for my grass.  I've done everything grass experts (yes there are grass experts) tell me and use all of the pseudo-knowledge that I learned in class and the only place the grass is green is in my garden.

At least my compost is going.  I can take comfort in knowing that I can turn perfectly good plant matter back into dirt.

National Train Day

We went to the train museum for the first time for National Train Day!  Yey!
They had two trains you could ride in a circle over and over again. 

 Then there were the amazing model trains.  I've never seen a steam engine model train before.  It was awesome, but kinda smelled funky.

 Yeah, um... this picture wouldn't flip.  Sorry.  If you tilt your head to the side you will notice that those are my kids standing in front of a big blue engine.

BaBY YeY!

We welcomed a new baby in April.  His name is Daniel Aiden, and we love him to bits.

So pictures...
Here is Daniel.

 Here is my family visiting me in the hospital.  (This is how Sam appears in most photos.)

 He held still long enough to eat some of my hospital food.

 Here you can see a joke that none of the hospital staff understood, which made it even funnier when they would ask, "how do you pronounce that?"  (We had them make two name tags for his crib.)

 "That's all folks!"

Two things post

Sam turned two... 

...and our neighbors have leprechauns in their backyard.

 Seriously, who else has two rainbows ending in their backyard?