Monthly Archives: August 2013

So Greta turned 9 months last week sometime. You know what that means? Half way to nursery! Poor baby. Gus was the only child whom I had the privilege of holding for all three hours of church on Sundays, and … Continue reading →

The boys drive me crazy. I can’t say it any other way. I hate going shopping with them. They make it so miserable by not letting me look at anything without complaining, obstructing the way, running around fighting or putting … Continue reading →

Since we’ve moved here, I’ve been hearing about “the best pizza in town.”  One lady in our ward who grew up here claims that Art’s Jug has the best. Online commentators and people on post frequently say Cam’s Pizzeria rules. … Continue reading →

So I sent myself a bunch of pictures off of Andy’s phone. I’m going to put them into a slideshow here. Some of them are a few weeks old.