Sunday afternoon strolls

I love our walk around our 2.1 mile block. Today, Davis was out of the stroller, walking barefoot on the bike path and we saw a snake in the middle of the road. From the looks of the pinkish pieces poking out of the middle of it's body, I deduced it was dead. Germ-ridden, but dead, so I told Davey to walk around it. Of course, he walked right up to it and said, "Mom! That snake is super cool. That snake is super dead." I love this boy.

Bitter Butter Milk

My heart almost broke when Skyla took a huge swig of milk. She spit it right out and exclaimed, "This milk is sour!" Poor darlin' had poured from the buttermilk quart jug. We just turned into a gallon a day family and I had not gone to the store to restock with six more gallons. What a gross way to find out you don't like the taste of buttermilk. I personally have only used it in baking - it is the secret to moist banana bread. So, here's the evidence of our distaste for the vile viscous liquid.

Muss tash

West Yellowstone shenanigans

Get that corn out of my face

Ingenuity at its finest

Johnny boy thought this one up all by himself. We had a big slurpee to start our trip to Hebgen Lake. The leftover straws got connected together later in the same trip so he could reach his soda can with enough room to relax while still enjoying his refreshment. So much like his dad and yet at the exact same time, so much like his mom for completely different reasons.