Year 18 of blogging about the Ninja and the Gnome. We continue to laugh more than we cry. Enjoy as the hilarity ensues.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Christmas Stuff
So we have the tree, and we have all the stuff. The stockings are hung, awaiting the arrival of Mr. Claus. And either Bennett is a very old soul, or he has watched "The Grinch" one too many times this season, but he told me the other night, "Look at all this Christmas stuff, Mom. We don't need all this stuff. Christmas is about being with your family - not all this stuff."
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The Hunt for the Perfect Tree
After spending a stuffed Thanksgiving with the Prose family, we packed up the car and headed to the tree farm. Finding the perfect tree is quite the adventure - and those Prose's take the hunt very seriously. I was just excited about the cookies and cider. Bennett could barely walk in his new fleece camo gear - and told me over and over "I'm too tired to walk much longer. Carry me. Carry me."
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Number Three
Sunday, November 1, 2009
the pirate and the princess
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
big trucks
there is some construction happening on our land. apparently, the ditches are not big enough. needless to say, bennett and mommy both spent the weekend in heaven. me w/ brit, and best friends, - bennett with grampy, big trucks, and grammy, too.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
family pics
a few weeks ago, we met tamara and doug
in minneapolis to take our family pics. we went to minnehaha falls, and had a good time. the park was beautiful, bennett was pretty well behaved, and tamara is not TOO pregnant, so she could still hold the shadow screen thing-y. we love ringeisen photograhy!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
#4
from this day on, I choose you, my beloved Andy, to be my husband,to live with you and laugh with you;
to stand by your side and sleep in your arms;
to be joy to your heart and food to your soul;
to bring out the best in you always;
and, for you, to be the most that i can.
to laugh with you in the good times;
to struggle with you in the bad times;
to solace you when you are downhearted;
to wipe your tears with my hands;
to comfort you with my body;
to mirror you with my soul;
to share with you all my riches and honors;
to play with you as much as i can until we grow old;
and still loving each other sweetly and gladly
our lives shall come to the end.
always my love, mr. prose.
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