Ryker decided to put on the tools of ignorance in his last game.
He looked pretty cute behind the plate and in all that gear.
His new sleeping technique seemed a little creepy. We tried to push down the hands but they just would stay down.
Rock knows the importance of looking good while playing the hot corner.
DeA pulled an all time shocker and asked for dinner from the taco wagon. I don't know why Jens was so mad.
Our friends from up the street passed by while walking their goats. Yes, I said goats. Jens and Ryker just had to show off their bunnies to the goats.
Ryker begged and begged from his own set of scriptures. We decided that he was ready and he has made sure to take them to church every week since.
The older kids were playing kickball in the driveway and Jens had an idea. She brought out water and tried to charge them $.25 a cup.
Quite the little entrepreneur.
Rock was in charge of the FHE lesson and created an iron rod course.
It was a pretty good idea and he executed it to perfection.
MAXAMILIANO was ripped away from people who love him by his selfish parents. They took him all the way to Las Vegas where his fair skin and red hair will roast to death in the unforgiving sun.
It was pretty emotional...for everyone but Max.
It was traumatic.
We wanted to get the kids' minds off of what poor Max's parents had done to him so we went to the driving range.
Their swings were...different.
The Falling Cow Festival once again required Rock, the expert payload specialist.
He is quite the mini-adult in a lot of ways. I'm just surprised that he's not wearing knee high socks with yellow and green stripes.
For Father's Day the kids got me a fire pit and a folding camp chair. It turns out that Ryker is a little pyromaniac.
Jens is a little cutie, that's what she is.
She always wants to read scriptures with her brothers, but doesn't want help. It creates an interesting scenario when she's awake, but when she's asleep it's even more fun to listen to.
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