The subject she chose to paint was the sun. She moved on from there to stripes, mountains with castles, and pump houses. She chose most of the colors and requested that I paint along with her.



Hannah was SO excited to find out that Mommy and Daddy have lost their shovels and we would have to take her "kid sized" shovel to the field. If the shovel is going the wheel barrow must too.
We brought the potatoes back to the house and I put Hannah in charge of washing them. I kept checking on her and the potatoes kept disappearing. I finally found that she was slipping them through the chain link fence into the dog's/bummer calf's water bucket. It's a good thing these spuds are going to see a hard boil before we eat them tonight.
This one is really fairly small compared to the others that sunbathe in my driveway.


Please excuse the finger in the nose. It is the ONLY picture where she is looking at the camera. This project is becoming increasingly more difficult to complete. I have three year old that didn't want to cooperate and a 15 month old that wouldn't stand still and hold the letter up. Better luck next year!


After a few hours Hannah busied herself trying to color on every page of a notebook that I brought. Helena decided to take a nap on the arm that I steer with. This forced me to steer with blood deprived fingers. Boy were they tired when I got done. It's amazing what a Mom will do to keep a kiddo asleep when they know they need a nap.











One thing that she's been doing lately is sleeping with her Daddy's old long rife scope. She thinks it's a great toy. I know while she's trying to get to sleep she's getting up and digging though her toy basket to find something to pass the time with. I've been trying to put the word out though to the little boys in the neighborhood that she's sleeping with a gun scope and they had better watch out!
For awhile she was referring to speed bumps as "feed bunks." This provided some good laughs in the pickup. We are working on the correct name and I think she's gotten as far as "speed bunks." We're getting there. She doesn't get to see them all that often anyway. She does however know exactly what a cattle guard sounds like when you cross it.
Last Friday we decided at the last minute to go fishing. Were about two miles from the house when Hannah kept asking, "Are we going to find water out here?" I assured her that we would but we had a bit of a drive ahead of us. After a couple of miles of driving through rocks and sagebrush I heard a big sigh from the backseat and she said, "I don't think we are EVER going to find water out here." It was a pretty long drive but we eventually found our fishing spot.




I thought some of the locals might appreciate this picture taken at 65 mph. Here's a picture of Shasta Lake (5/3/10). Normally you can see the red-orange "beaches" of the lake. It was so low at Thanksgiving that it almost resembled a mud puddle. It hasn't been this high in years from what I understand.