March Madness

Jeremiah is playing with the boys' car trip adventure pack from Aunt Jenny. It came complete with animals and road signs with sections of road to rearrange to a little boy's absolute joy.
 

Jonathan was given a Sit 'n Spin from a coworker at Bobby's work.  It works great.  Although a little too well with Jeremiah.  Shortly after dinner, he lost everything he had managed to eat.... yeah, that was fun.

While writing to our missionary Aunt, we got a little into the stickers and started to create some body art.

The nose stickers itched a little bit I'm sure. 

Jeremiah's pride and joy, a train tie tack from Pop.  He requests it most Sundays along with his car tie.

And both boys must go equipped to church with their own scripture bags.  Grandma Josie made Jeremiah one using Thomas Train fabric earlier last year, and Jonathan desperately wanted it every time his brother took it to church.  So she made a mini version for Jonathan to take to church too. Aren't they adorable? They are the envy of other little boys at church, so she has made a few more to give out. 

January

January in New Mexico has included the usual colds, a stomach bug that just keeps on going around, gorgeous sunny weather, and two very busy little boys.

480

Four hundred and eighty. Pounds.  All of it in our pig.

Yep, our swine, kindly dubbed "Bacon" by visiting relatives, known as "Piggy" to the rest of us, had a good run while it lasted.  Fresh New Mexican air, his own muddy puddle all summer, a bed of straw, Napi farm potatoes, the scavenged restaurant scraps, along with other donations from people nearby, made for a good life as a hog.

Having a pig made for some interesting incidents.  Like when it got out and wandered all the way to the neighbor's front yard.  I got a call from the hubby relying an urgent, and immediate, need for assistance to herd it back to its pen.  Persuading a pig that is bigger than you it needs to move is not an easy feat.  The magic trick - apples.  Or bread.  Pigs like both of those.  Make it a Hansel and Gretel type of trail to lure it back home while pushing its head in the right direction.   And for the record, smacking it with a purse really doesn't affect it any.
                                        
A thousand thanks to the Garcia family and Sama for their help yesterday.  It was Piggy's last day in this world, and they helped Bobby with the deed, which the squeamish wife couldn't handle.  They were quick, efficient, and very skilled with their work.  Three hours, from start to finish, with a packed freezer as the end result. 

We, well actually Sama, took photos to document the event.  (I made the work crew lunch, inside, and checked things out every once in awhile. No hands on for me, thank you very much.  I can't identify what I'm eating or cooking or its just not happening.)  So I offer a few photos of our day, and if you want more of the story, call and talk to Bobby. I know he'd love it.