Bugs...My Least Favorite Animals

I hate bugs. Oh man I hate them. Especially if they are in my house. If I walked into my home, had two bullets in a gun, and saw a bug sitting next to my worst enemy, I'd shoot the bug twice.

That's partially why I love this time of year. It's hard to keep from blatantly laughing out loud as I walk down the street. That's because I know that for every step I take, a thousand bugs have just frozen to death.

Tonight, I noticed some of this vermin trying to infiltrate our food storage. My wrath was kindled. I hunted them down and slew them. Every last one of them.

I left some of the corpses behind as a deterrent for those who may follow. Those insects need to be put in their place. This is my house, MY HOUSE and I will fight for it. Don't mess with me bugs, cuz you're going down.

- Nate

One month old! Yeah!

Caleb, Josh, Nate and I survived the first month with the help of Nana and Grandma Wright. We enjoyed all the drama of having a newborn and more, but I definitely enjoyed kissing a pair of tiny, chubby cheeks again.

It appears that Caleb's growing and gaining weight everywhere except for in his legs. Well, it won't be my first child with along torso.

One moment Josh is reading a book. Then, I go wash my hands, turn my back, blink or whatever, and Joshua's up to something. Nothing too bad (besides trying to pick up Caleb), but cute, fun, and crazy.

One thing Nate and I enjoy is checking on Josh at night and finding what new position Josh chose to sleep in. He's partially under the bed in this one.