This Week in Pictures

Paul and Benjamin went to the Stake Father's and Sons Campout this year. Here they are enjoying a spaghetti dinner.
Paul: Do you have room in your heart for the 5 string Banjo? Here's us playing a few fiddle tunes...or was it Grandma's Feather Bed?

I call this one, "No, I don't want to go home. I want to stay here" which is what Benjamin said right before he pretended to fall back asleep so we couldn't take down the tent. Since the campout he's been praying every night that we'll go camping again.

Benjamin's favorite part was the morning campfire.

Peter has had terrible teething pains this past week. He finally cut his top two teeth, and his canines keep threatening to make an appearance. So now he has four teeth. This is his typical frustrated face- he snarls really loud through his scruched nose.

It's crazy how it's still hot outside, but there are already enough leaves in our backyard for a decent leaf pile.

I found a nine-week-long preschool program held once a week at our local children's museum. Parents go with their children for the first few weeks to help ease the transition. Benjamin loves it, and I love how low-commitment it is. Here's his first day of school shot...he didn't want to pose.

They learned about colors on their first day, so Benjamin got to paint and play at a bunch of the other color-themed stations.

Benjamin has a few obsessions these days: blue mailboxes, monsters, and killing monsters. A few weeks ago, I casually told him about the "Gunny Monster," who comes and eats all the children's toys, clothes and books that are on the floor after they go to bed. Although the Gunny Monster has yet to actually strike at our house, Benjamin really latched on to this idea and devises all sorts of plans to outsmart the Gunny Monster. He even drew this green monster on the shower wall the other day so he could beat it to death with his bat.

And this is probably the biggest daily harvest of raspberries we've had so far this year. These grew on the transplants that came from the very yard I grew up in. So thanks again, Mom and Dad! Hopefully they'll do a little better next year.