He Carries a Purse


This is my son

He lives with 4 older sisters. Which means there is a lot of girly things around, and while he has access to many “boy” toys he sometimes picks his big sisters items.

Take this purse for example. He has been caring it around for several days, much to the dismay of his father.


However, one look inside the purse, put all Dadzoo’s fears to rest.

Happy Birthday Sarah


I have been a bad blog Mommy. I have been very distracted by something of a personal nature for a couple of weeks, and so I forgot to do a Birthday post for my wonderful Sarah! I had posts scheduled for two weeks, and when they ran out I just forgot. Sorry!

Anyway, my third child turned 8 on the 26th of March. It is a special Birthday for us. In our religion when a child turns eight, they are old enough to choose to be baptised.

The day after she turned eight, she dawned a white dress and was Baptised by her father.

We couldn’t be happier!

Dadzoo the Builder

Last Saturday Dadzoo decided to solve my storage problem.

(Punk#2 helping her Daddy)

(This is my punk brother, who spent the day “helping”)

My new shelves are so pretty and white. I am going to paint the wood cabinets at the top a nice white to match the shelves.

I love how nice and neat all my jars look lined up on the new shelves.

AND, empty spots!

Here is the laundry portion of this little bitty room

Dadzoo built a little movable table to give me a nice work surface, and can also be moved in case we need to pull out the washer and dryer. I am going to add a pretty, bright curtain to the table.

I Love my new laundry/ pantry. It is so nice to have a place for everything.

Head For the Hills!

Our backyard butts up against about a 100 zillion acres of nothing. It is a mixture of private and BLM property. It isn’t used for anything, just sits there, open and wild and is a great play ground for my children.

I usually won’t let them go up there in the summertime, there are rattlers in them there hills and I am a nervous Mama, however, spring and fall are play time!


This spring my two oldest have been rushing through their school work so they can run up the hill. They are making an “Indian Encampment”.

There are beds, places to store food, cook stove and a fire place.

It is all totally decked out.

My oldest daughter told me not too long ago “Now we have a place to go if we ever need to head for the hills!”


I think she has been listening to Dadzoo’s and my crazy right-wing nuttiness for too long.