NRA Poster Boys

Saturday Steven was able to finally quench his longing desire to trample around vast amounts of acreage while taking aim at whatever critters crossed his path. My father-in-law's brother has some beautiful land with a vast pecan orchard out in Goldthwaite, about 2 hours northwest of Austin. Early Saturday morning Steven loaded up with Ken, Tim & Zach for a day of shooting guns and hopefully not injuring each other. And what did the girls do while the boys scampered in the great outdoors? Well, Joy & Ava came over that morning and we took the kids on a walk and then to the park. They had a grand time as usual. After lunch Joyce came over to watch Matthew while Pam & I went to get a luxurious pedicure...so nice. I then made a quick trip to HEB and came home to find Joy rooting on the Longhorns while Matt & Ava were playing with Joyce in Matt's room. Matthew's current favorite activity with Ava is playing in the bed. It's all innocent now, but we're all wondering at what point we'll have to put an end to it. They dance, bounce, run around, etc. in that crib and just giggle like mad. It's pretty funny.

About 7:00 that evening the men returned with tales of their trip and a bit of a gamey odor if you know what I mean. And somehow I got elected to prepare the dove meat that they gathered. I went into my kitchen and sitting in my sink was a Dunkin' Donuts bag containing dove breasts (cleaned, thankfully...no feathers or guts). I wasn't really sure how to react. I asked Steven to clean them and place them in a freezer bag, and as he was washing one he said, "hmm...this one might have a bullet in it." Good grief. So, I've got dove meat in my freezer. It sounds like they all had a great time and an experience that they'd like to enjoy again.

Yesterday morning at breakfast Matthew was sitting in his booster seat at the table like he has been for several days now. He likes to prop his feet up on one of the boards under the table and precariously lean back in his chair. We knew that it was only a matter of time before he tumped over. Well, that morning he did. Steven & I both saw it happen. He fell straight back and his head hit the back door to the porch with a huge thud as the chair touched the ground. It was a frightening sight, and he screamed horrifically. I think he must have been more scared than anything because he recovered pretty quickly and didn't act like he was in any pain. I was expecting a huge knot to appear on the back of his head, but it never did. We dosed him up on pain killers anyway though. I was holding him as his sobs were subsiding and he said, "fall down...(sniff, sniff)... chair" and pointed to it. But, today he was right back to the same thing. I thought that his fall might teach him a lesson. How foolish of me! Now we've situated his chair at the head of the table where there's no board for his little feet to touch. Tonight, I look forward to sweet victory as my fantasy football team will hopefully defeat my husband's team. C'mon Carson Palmer...don't let me down. Go Juggienauts!!!!