Sunday lunch was at Megan and Travis' house a few weeks ago and the kids discovered their new kitty.
They loved the kitty and just wanted to cuddle his furry little tail...
But the kitty didn't love them back and scampered off. At least Jens wasn't overly dramatic about it.
So Ryker turned his love and affection over to the dog. Now he understands why dogs are so much better than cats.
DeA had an early morning workout which meant I got to enjoy a "Take Your Jensley to Work" day. She enjoyed lounging in my office chair and doing no work all morning.
When we got home she asked to play Hide and Seek. She is hiding from me in this picture and I'm the one taking the picture...so think about that hiding technique.
Ryker is still really cuddly and enjoys climbing on to your lap and then completely ignoring you for as long as he can.
Since he knows his letters he thinks that he can read. That makes book time a little...slow.
At least he gives DeA loves while he drives her absolutely batty.
Jens might as well be a teenager because she is bossy, sassy, opinionated and wants to sleep all the time.
She is still fascinated with her belly button, even in public while wearing a singlet.
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We made apple cider the weekend before Thanksgiving and had our usual quality assurance team helping out.
I'm surprised that an juice made it into the bottles.
The workers did a good job, too. Just not as good as the taste testers.
Eventually Jens just walked up to Papa Dale and put her arms out for him to lift her up.
Within minutes she was checked out for the afternoon.
Ryker nominated himself as lead forklift driver and anxiously awaited an assignment.
Unfortunately that assignment never came and he at a whole apple for nothing.
Everything worked itself out when Papa Dale swooped in and whisked the boys away to the hangar.
Rock has been begging for quail nuggets instead of the store bought and processes chicken nuggets. There is a covey of quail in the bushes between our house and the neighbors' houses that he's been asking me to ambush. I told him that sweet Marie probably didn't want to hear a shotgun blast right by her house and suggested that he catch them himself. He grabbed a big bowl, a picture he drew of a work and a stick and started quail hunting.
Unfortunately he wasn't able to catch anything, but it wasn't for a lack of trying.
On my half day of work I took the kids up to Top Shelf with the plan to leave them in the warm car while I shot some quail. They insisted on helping me hunt them and even wore the camo ear muffs that Ruth got me for Christmas last year. It's amazing that with this help we didn't see a single quail within range. We saw plenty about 100 yards away flying off, but surprisingly nothing close.
