Hannah and Jon enjoying the view from Steve's back yard.
Eric and Hannah having fun
We were able to have dinner with Heather (a college roommate) and her family. That was fun.
Hannah, Jon and Austin at Heathers house
Hannah eating the bowl as she eats lunch at Steve's house.
We had asked Carter to go talk to Hannah the other night while we were finishing up making dinner and she was starting to get cranky. The next thing we know we hear this belly rolling laughter. We walk in to see Carter hitting himself or falling over and Hannah laughing every time. This is the fist time she has really laughed. Other than this it is more like a chuckle. Carter loves it.
Last weekend we were getting ready for the day and we heard a couple of thumps against our bedroom window. I looked out to our neighbors tree and saw it fill of birds. They were going to town eating the berries on the tree. I guess they were making them drunk and then they were flying into our windows. Carter stood on his bed and watched them for a long time. It was funny.
I asked Jon to vacuum yesterday as we were cleaning the house. Hannah was playing in her exersauser, Carter was doing something and I was working in the kitchen. When I came around the corner, this is what I saw. I said, "WHAT?" He turned off his vacuum and said, "What? She is okay." I let her stay there just because he was right there vacuuming but anyone who has kids knows that Daddys always do it different than Mommy.
I had heard some clicking sounds coming from the kitchen Saturday night a couple of weeks ago but we were watching a movie and I didn't look into it. Well Sunday morning when I went to go get Carter's strawberry milk, I noticed the fridge was a bit warmer than it should be and the freezer too comfirmed that something was wrong. So Jon decided that the coils should be cleaned but when he took off the front part he saw that the coils were v shaped and were not very accessible. So he came back from the garage with some food storage cans. I said, "You are not going to put the fridge on those are you?" Of course he was. So he lifted the fridge and I put the cans under neath. The picture is him vacuuming the coils of the fridge. It brings a whole new meaning to being prepared. The coils were not the problem and thanks to great friends who had an empty, running fridge in their garage, we didn't loose much of anything. How come these things always happen on Sundays?
