A few weeks ago I was at a friends house when she had a problem with her toilet, which meant that she and my husband had to go around town looking for a toilet remedy.  I was left alone for a long while and happend to have my good old trusty camera along with me.  I was so happy because I got to have a photo shoot with my little boys.  Mostly the wee little one.  I am warning you these are real-life photographs.  I left the pretty ones here along with the realistic ones:)

He didn't have any pants on because he pooped through all of them.

Chickens and a Trailor.

Isaiah decided recently that it is very important to figure out how to make a perfect omelet that slides right off the pan.  So, thanks to a very trustworthy youtube video, he has been practicing regularly, without a lot of success,  at least at the part of getting the omelet to slide right off the pan.   They have been very tasty, though. This morning we had an omelet with ham, feta, cheddar, tomato and avocado, topped with fresh chipotle salsa.  Well, fresh from a jar from Trader Joes.   It was very good but that is not why I am sharing this story.  I am sharing this story because I felt compelled to share a conversation that took place this morning in the James house, having to do with omletes.

Isaiah:  When we go to our family reunion outside of Glacier park in two years (which will be in a cabin in the middle of nowhere), I plan to make omelets for everyone there.
Me:  So, we are going to feed omelets to 22 people one morning?
Isaiah:  Yes,  I guess that will be over forty eggs. 
Me:  So I guess we can somehow manage to bring along forty raw eggs when we drive sixteen hours to Montana with two very small children.  I guess we can shove them in the back of the Volvo somewhere.
Isaiah:  Well, no we will have a new house and plenty of  chickens by then, and a trailer........

The kindness of neighbors....

It was a warm summer night, just after we arrived home from our epic camping trip to Montana, when Isaiah got it into his head that he would build a bon-fire in our fire pit in our yard.  He should have known better than to throw a bunch of green leaves and hazelnuts from around the yard into the fire pit,  but that is what he did and, lo and behold, a great cloud of black smoke rose from our yard and then filled the neighborhood.  What we wanted to do after that was to hide in our house, for to my dismay, all of the neighbors came out into the street in great alarm. I thought better of our first instinct, and decided it was appropriate to confess our guilt.  So we went outside and told everyone the truth about why it appeared as though the neighborhood was going up in flames somewhere nearby.  We might have hung our heads low as we confessed, but soon, a man-neighbor I didn't know was our man-neighbor told Isaiah something along the lines of  "hey, next time, I will help you build an even bigger bon-fire, maybe without the green leaves though, but a bigger bonfire." At that moment I decided that they are the right kind of neighbors to be having. They are from Alabama which might have expleined some of their excitement about bon fires.  They also have two of the cutest little girls with the curliest blond hair. 

So that is how we befriended our neighbors.....My latest photo session with them in documented in the previous blog post:)