These two boys are at it again. They've been playing this game they like to play from time to time. I'm pretty sure that girls don't play this game, though I suppose I could be wrong.
There is my mom with Little Man. She's funny and nice and smart... and skinny, some things just aren't fair!
She had a ball with the kids and the kids had a ball with her. Of course getting used to the sound level in our house takes some getting used to. Even Lineman isn't used to the sound level - especially in the car. If you want to pick on him ask him how he likes driving with all the kids!
The kids love to go to the park. We usually go twice a week before lessons. Anything it takes to just burn off some of their energy. Trust me on this one... there is LOTS of energy to burn off!
Is it because of their dad that they aren't afraid of heights? Must be because they sure didn't get that trait from me.
I really enjoy this picture of my middle boy. Being the smaller kid on a teeter totter certainly does have it's advantages. First off he does absolutely NO work on the teeter totter. Second, he basically gets all the fun. Fair or not? Not sure on that one.
The Little Man is really getting in to an age that I love. I love my kids so much but the baby stage is pretty hard. Now we get to see personality, energy, playfulness, the list goes on. Oh, he is Lineman's son so we must also add to the list: stubborn and ornery. Thankfully he got a lot of my genes so he's a real sweetheart. 
That boy of our cracks me up. He has his head down, throttle pulled all the way and is giving it all the machine has. He is usually yelling too. Or laughing. Or giving the play by play about how he is beating his competition. I can hear all this over the sound of the bikes and from quite a distance too. Cracks me up I tell ya.
They are racing to get to the top first. But what's this I see? I think Lineman should be disqualified for going out in the pasture. Hey, you're racing a 7 year old kid, no cheating!
I pulled and pulled on those handlebars, giving it throttle just as Lineman had instructed. Most of the time I probably looked like a turtle with the hiccups - that's about as high as I got.
Apparently there must have been at least a few times I got a little air. And by little, I do mean little. This time I think I may have actually been able to clear a turtle with the hiccups.
Even though I didn't get too high it sure was a lot of fun just trying. The weather was pretty nice and it was just fun playing together as a family. Our oldest boy was giving it a try but wasn't having any luck. Really I wasn't having any luck either, I think these pictures all must be an optical illusion.
Optical illusion or not it was fun just giving it a try. Wether we're 7 or 70 we need to keep getting out there and trying new things. Wheelies - Check. Skydiving - Next
Then the oldest and middle boy got on their bikes and Lineman took my bike. Next thing I knew they were all racing and I was going gray instantly. Then Lineman started in with the wheelies..... 
I think he would have preferred the power of his bike over mine for the wheelies but he sure was fun to watch. 
The oldest boy came over to watch and get a few lessons on how to do a wheelie. He tried and tried but couldn't quite get the hang of it. I'm sure in a few years he will be doing them and I'll be wishing he didn't know how. Then I'll yell at Lineman for teaching his kids how to do wheelies.
The kids weren't the only ones getting lessons on how to do a wheelie....
Oh, bother.... I dropped that kid off at the bus hours ago. How much longer does a boys best friend have to wait. I'm tired of waiting. At least the sun is shining today. How much longer do I have to wait?
Huh! I hear something! Is it the bus? Could it be? Oh, not yet you say? Well, I guess I have to just wait a while longer then.
Oh! This waiting is just driving me crazy! I don't know how much longer I can wait.
Oh well then, I guess I might as well relax a bit longer...............
Friday night it started to mist and there was a dense fog. By the time I awoke in the morning everything was iced over. The trees looked pitiful as they mourned the burden of the heavy weight of the ice. The limped over as if almost ready to admit defeat.
The beauty was bountiful however. Spiderwebs turned into works of art. It's occupant long gone in search of a warmer home for the winter.
The pines refused to fall victim to the weight of the ice. They instead stood tall in their beauty but beckoning the sun to show itself.
There is our view from our deck. Of course you are saying "what are we looking at?" It's a flat gray sky. Bad lighting. Nothing spectacular. Well, look closely again.
Yup, there they are. There were hundreds and hundreds of geese that flew right near the house. *shiver* (I think I need some slippers).I talked to my mom yesterday and she said it is snowing up there, quite a bit too. And it's coming this way. *shiver* (I think I need a blanket).
So while these geese fly south for the winter we are still here. Awaiting the propane truck to show up *wiping tears off keyboard*.
You know, all this talk about winter FASTLY approaching has me thinking that I should be just like a bear. Yup, that's it. I'm going back to bed. See you in the spring.
Here is me in all my perfect golfing form. If you look real close you can see I'm about to hook that ball way out to the right and nearly hit an antelope on the head. The antelope ran, that's the only reason he didn't get hit.
Here is Jill, showing us how you do it! She is a blast to play with and plays really great. There are no pictures of me on the greens for this reason: I putt past the hole. Go back the other way, past the hole. Then back the other way, past the hole. And so on. So let's just look at Jill and her 30 foot putts. It's just not fair. 
The two of us getting ready to try to hit some antelope. Um, I mean, the two of us getting ready to try to get it on the green. 
I cannot tell you just what today meant to me. I feel so refreshed. I feel like I have more energy. I feel like if I try hard enough I just might actually hit an antelope. I feel like a better mom. I feel like I could putt 20 feet, scratch that, I feel like I could putt 20 inches. I feel like it was an absolute great day. 
This little guy is absolutely killing me with those eyes. Oh, those eyes! Everywhere I look his eyes are there. I didn't take too many pictures of him as an infant because his skin was in such bad shape. But now? Now I can't take my eyes off him. Let alone the camera.
These were all taken up in the mountains near us. I was looking for a great place to do a fall shoot. I would say it looks like we found it. Would you agree?
Saturday the boys and I went for a drive up to Vedauwoo. We went the back way from our place which means we never pass any type of gas station. Oh, and I should mention I only had a quarter of a tank of gas. I threw in an extra gas can in the event that I should need it.
I drive past this one room school house ever day to and from home. It is very small and couldn't have schooled too many kids at a time. It is called Capitol Vista School and ran from the years 1919-1936.
I saw a ton of tracks while we were there.
Anyone care to leave a comment on what you think some of these tracks are from? You can do it! Just take a few guesses.
Lineman sent me these pictures yesterday morning. There is something about watching a lineman climb a pole. It just seems so foreign. So unnatural. So unnerving. So frightening, yet so thrilling. Linemen are different than most people. They can be more than 100 feet in the air with up to 100 pounds of equipment and tools on their body all supported on a two inch piece of steel jabbed into the pole. Comforting? I don't think so. But this is their way of life, they become accustom to it. It becomes natural. Fear is taken away when the job must be completed... and completed safely. 
As my middle boy and I looked at the pictures that Lineman had e-mailed over to us, I noticed a look on our boys face. That look. It was unmistakable. It was a thrill in his eyes. He caught me looking at him and he grinned. That is when he said it for at least the hundredth time... "I want to be a lineman when I grow up, just like dad".
Later that day we were outside while I stained the fence. I look over and he had found a way to climb to the top of a shed out back.
He walked around up there for about 20 minutes.
Afraid of heights? I don't think so.
