Happy Saturday

There have been too many words lately and not enough pictures. However, I haven't taken too many pics lately and those that I have aren't too hot. I have dreams of taking gorgeous shots that I then tweak so that they become oohable; but, reality falls short and I can't find the tweaking function on blogger. Oh well. Dave is at the farm today with the three oldest and I am at home with little Joe. Dave is helping his dad pick stones. When I was first introduced to this life of seed and soil, I thought picking stones meant something like being bent over from the waist while picking small stones with one's hands. No. Shortly after our wedding, I found myself wearing a pair of Dave's farm pants and an old t-shirt while operating a back hoe and picking stones - read: semi-boulders. Very liberating; extremely empowering; and an excellent addition to one's CV.
Anyway, one child usually means that I should wash the floor, clean the bathrooms and do copious amounts of laundry. Hmmm, maybe I should just relish in the little arms that are wrapped around my neck as their owner scrunches up his nose and breathes into my hair. Scratch that, said arms just turned off the computer and owner is laughing. Now, there's a good picture.

Yes, he spends a lot of time on the table.

I wish you could hear his laugh.

And, now, he's into the butter.