LeBaron sized Crisis

1. We wake up to no snake in the cage, and it’s pretty much all Mom’s fault.

2. Spend 8 hours looking for the snake. I looked in every box, every bag, and behind and under every major appliance. (But yes I did clean as I went, when all was said and done I had vacuumed under behind and around EVERYTHING and I had three huge bags to go to Goodwill).

3. Go out with friends turn the search over to Scott.aaahhhhh

4. Before I went to bed Scott set up 2 “snake traps”, warm rock or pad with a blanket over it. I poured flour in lines over every doorway so he would leave tracks.

  

6. Finally I took a ton of plastic grocery sacks and put them all over so he might run into one and “crinkle.”

7. Head off to bed with my study book and a flashlight so I can spy him in the night.

8. Squeezy looks at me with patience snake eyes from on top of my pillow, pleading with me to put him away on his warm rock.

9. Wake up in the morning a vacuum up all that damned four.

 

this was canister #2

LeBarons camp: take 2

“You’re in my heart, you’re in my family”

 

“Shwoes on pweese”

 

I took like eighty of these “roasting” pictures, (I’ll spare you by not posting them). In every single picture Henry in the background stuffing his face with a new marshmallow.

“Push me in the twrash can”

 

Poor Abraham Lincoln, doesn't even know why I made him pose in there. Don’t call him that to his face, he hates it!

 

Don’t hold back, tell me what you really think.

This is the face Henry gives you when he is done being in trouble and he has to smile. Pathetic, funny, sad, Scott’s favorite.

 

I love him to death.