Aunt Tiffy's 30th Birthday!

Attack!

Camden gives mommya a happy birthday soaken wet hug!

Aunt Vickie meets Jake for the first time.

Look out Cammy!

Amber and Fred holding Jake...perparing for their #2. : )

This is Briar and Camden's hands I made from plaster.

Thank you speech

Playing in the Sprinkler

"I CAN DO IT MYSELF!"

Mr. Independant here.

Logan Dressing Himself

Okay, so we're going to need to work on this a little more... hey tank tops can be confusing! : )

MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND!

We had a great weekend full of fun but haven't fogot about the fallen soldiers who have paid with their lives for our freedom and their families who have unselfishly given their loved ones so that we can enjoy the things we do.

Freedom Is Not FreeBy LCDR Kelly Strong, USCG - Copyright 1981

I watched the flag pass by one day,It fluttered in the breeze.A young Service man saluted it,And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniformSo young, so tall, so proud,With hair cut square and eyes alertHe'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like himHad fallen through the years.How many died on foreign soilHow many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?How many died at seaHow many foxholes were soldiers' graves?No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night,When everything was still,I listened to the bugler playAnd felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many timesThat Taps had meant "Amen,"When a flag had draped a coffin.Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,Of the mothers and the wives,Of fathers, sons and husbandsWith interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyardAt the bottom of the seaOf unmarked graves in Arlington.No, freedom isn't free

We had a party to celebrate Uncle Pat's graduation of earning his masters degree. It was great to see some of the family and eat lots of good food. Daddy tries to psych Logan up for the big water slide.

Go Cammy Go!