Interrogation

We were going about our business this morning and someone rang the doorbell. Not a usual occurance at 9:30 in the morning. I answered it to find two cops at my doorstep. They began by telling me that a neighbor had received some threats and was I home around such and such a time late yesterday afternoon and had I witnessed anything. I was and I didn't. I figured that would be that, but things took a weirder twist than that. They asked me if I was so and so. I told them I wasn't. They asked me if I knew so and so, I don't. Then they ask me for some form of identification (things were turning a little weird). I showed them my drivers license. It continued with them asking me questions like how long had I lived there and was it just me and my son that lived here (Vance was in the kitchen playing with play doh so they'd only seen Tanner). Then they asked me for another form of id. Well, I don't have another picture id except my old BYU-Idaho student card so I showed that to them and then they got the last four digits of my social. At this point I'm wondering if I should invite them in to look at all my scrapbooks and journals and what not.

Finally they explain to me that I match the description of this gal who has a warrant out for her arrest. Sorry, guys. I've never had so much as a traffic violation let alone something more serious with the law. They asked me several more times if I knew this gal. Okay, you got me, I'm a bad neighbor. I've lived here for over 8 months and I can't tell you the names of anyone that lives near me. The last thing they asked about is if anyone on the other side of the duplex might match a similar description. I wanted to laugh a loud about that since they are African-American.

Anyway, I had a nice chuckle to myself after they left. It's not everyday you are interrogated by the police because you match the description of a criminal.

Adventures at Grandma's

I took the boys up to my parents house today. They were getting their garden and yard ready for winter so the boys "helped".Tanner really wanted to play in this water!

Vance wanted to use the shovel, but he needed a little assistance from Grandpa.
We saw lots of worms. Vance liked looking at them, but really didn't want to touch them. Grandma convinced him to hold one for a brief moment with her glove on. When Tanner saw a worm he immediately bent down and touched it, but he didn't want anything to do with holding one either.

Vance helped dig up and collect potatoes and put them in a box.

Cold and Warm Days

We've had some nice days and some rainy days this week.

Here are some things we've done on our nice days: Vance flew his airplane.
The boys raced. Vance happened to jump up and throw his airplane as I was taking this picture.

Here are some things we did on the rainy days:

Puzzles
Lots and lots of play-doh. Tanner was pretending that his blob of play-doh was a baby.

Some pictures

Here are some pictures I've taken recently.We are trying to play outside as much as we can before it gets too cold, because the boys have a wimpy mom who won't go out to play when it is real cold. The boys pulled up the chairs and wanted to watch me run around while they watched. Uh, no thanks... ask your Dad. He used to do track and he isn't pregnant.

The boys decided to race, but it wasn't just any race. They were pretending to play Mario Kart.

Tanner stole his Dad's seat and book to enjoy a snack yesterday afternoon.

As promised, here's a picture of Tanner and his I Spy Quilt from Grandma Jeppson. How cute is it!

Fall

The boys and I are enjoying fall. It's nice to be able to go outside and not be too hot or too cold. My cherry tomato plant in my garden was the most successful thing this year and it is still going strong. The boys like to help me pick my tomatoes, but since they prefer the color green over red those are the ones that little hands pick no matter how many times I tell them to leave the green and pick the red. What can you do? There are lots of things I like about October. (Halloween just isn't one of them.)
P.S. How can you resist squishing Tanner when he is wearing this hoodie? I don't have the answer.

Storytime

Does it get any better than this?

He Must Be Ours

Sometimes Vance's personality is so unlike Stephen or I's that I wonder where he came from, but other times I realize that he is definitely ours. Today, for example Stephen's Nintendo Power magazine came in the mail and Vance was excited to flip through it. Later, we watched Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and Vance brought down our Snow White picture book so he could follow along with the movie. Nintendo, Snow White, and book. Yep, he must be a combination of Stephen and I afterall.