Wednesday, November 26, 2008

So Leslie is shopping in Gatlinburg...

with her Mom and two sisters, and she sends me this picture on my phone with the comment, "Delirium has set in!"


I love it! She can make anything look good!

The Turner Family Roots

My Dad's family from way back in the day... circa 1956ish.
He is the 4th from the right, with most but not all of his siblings!
He was one of thirteen.


Odds and Ends...

Thank God it's finally sweater vest weather!
Unseen in the picture, Dad also is sporting a sweater vest
for church on Sunday.
We were like a little family of sweater vest triplets.


As you can see, Jack is particularly excited to be wearing his sweater vest.

The routine of parents and toddlers everywhere.
Take your medicine boy!


Fun high jinks are usually the order of the day at our house!
This was last Saturday morning with Mom and Jack playing by the doggie door.


Men At Work

So, I planted some new bushes in front of our porch,
and Jack was right there with me the whole time,
helping Dad get 'em in the ground. Leslie snapped these great pics
from back around Halloween.




Sunday, November 2, 2008

Poor Jack is so skinny you can see his ribs!



Mom posing with a dangerous Lion


The Lion is happier in this shot


The Lion with his Grandpa and Grammie


The Lion with his Auntie Emily


The Lion with his Mom and Dad




Marley can catch popcorn before it hits the floor.
Who needs a vacuum with her around?

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Disgusting. And funny.

If you've never seen our hallway bathroom, allow me to describe it to you now: The bathtub is an old-style white tub; it is deep and keeps water warm for a long time. We have a nice blue rug lying next to this tub, and from time to time while Jack plays in the bath, I lie down on the rug to rest my weary bones. Tonight, Jack pooped in the tub whilst I was in such a position, and then he threw it on me. Leslie commented that I was, "Paralyzed like no other."

The other day, when I was done with the laundry, and all my clothes were hanging in the closet, Leslie called me a "hanger snob." She made this comment because I (thanks to basic training in the USAF) hang all my shirts facing the same direction on black plastic hangers, grouping shirts by type and then by color. Also, my pants are all on pant hangers, and they too all face the same way. This is all perfectly normal.