Look at us...we're so freakin cute it makes you sick

I know...the vomit begins to swell in the back of your throat like a cough you just can't get out. Your jaw begins to tighten and a bit of a tear beings to form in your eyes. Can someone be that cute as to cause an involuntary spasm of bile....the answer is simply, yes....yes they can. Its a few months old, but i just found it and needed to share their glowing cuteness like a rat sharing the plague. Bask in their glory.....but not for too long, for if you touch the sun, will it not leave you a dry husk?...a shadow of your previous self cursed to wander the earth with nothing to lift your bewildered soul, grasping in the darkness guided by blind eyes and a broken spirit.

Apple season

It was apple season, so the family made the trek to the grandparents place to pick us some fine lookin' fruit. Here we see Grandpa standing triumphantly in front a few of the select trees in which we partook many, many pieces of candy- like apples.


Melissa and simon are tag teaming this tree. Simon is trying to show his manhood by lifting the apple bucket and then most likely mock charlie in the background by flexing and pointing then rounding it out with a few breaking of the invisible boards in his bare hands. yes...his mocking skills are improving, but he has much more to learn.


This is Melissa with some apple picker thingy. I swear, who ever invented this doohickey needs a nobel prize of some sort. Pure and simple with a stroke genius. It also works freakin' sweet on his walnut tree. Its like the swiss army knife of orchards.

I Remember Halloween

Charley the Spider. Who would want to hurt this little spider...so cuddly looking, like a giant pillow that releases rainbows when you squeeze him....or vomit, depending what time the said squeeze occurs.


Simon suffocating Charley with his love. This is usually about the time we tell simon to stop hurting his brother but the picture was so cute we let it continue.


We are Shaun and Liz from "Shaun of the Dead"...yeah, i know, pretty obscure. The only person who knew who we were for halloween was a guy at the grocery store who thought i worked there. He approached me wanting to know where some baking product was then read my nametag and began to laugh. Either he knew who i had dressed up as, or he just wanted to point and laugh at me, which is of course completely plausible.

Simon has been breathing for 4 years now

Simon turned 4 a little while ago and decided to have a "themed" party. So the end result was everyone dressed up as super heros and tried to beat the living crap out of each other while screaming at the top of their lungs...cause it would seem that's what super heros do...lesson learned...


Melissa is lighting the "cake". Cupcakes seemed much more practical, plus you can monitor the sugar intake somewhat. His cousin is to his left (Ellie) and wishing the party would end much more quickly.


Eating of the bounty. Ellie still wishing the party would end soon and the cupcakes aren't even helping...all that playing sure puts a lot of weight on the shoulders of a child.

The purity of randomness

"Shut Your Whore Mouth!"


The boys taking a break from seeing who can scream the loudest long enough for a photo. As you can tell by Simon's expression, the ducky is telling him to do bad things...you can see the contemplation in his eyes.


Dan and Kathy (missy's parents) came to visit. Charley of course is too preoccupied with licking his invisible popsicle to notice his new cousin in his grandpa's arms. mmmmm...invisible popsicle...


Another semester for pre-school started. I dread the day when simon begins to realize that sometimes kids are jerks and life isn't about playing all day and taking short naps. We will unfortunately see the metamorphosis as he dies a little inside when these moments of clarity begin to take form...poor little guy...but for now he's just making a face and lookin' pretty stylin for a guy who can't wipe his own bum yet.

Cort and his theories on Gravity

I got a call from my wife on the way home from work in which she informed me that i needed to go and meet my little brother at the ER. They wheeled him in and I began to talk to him, the only problem was he had no idea who I was....knocked silly and all. So i thought I'd document this occasion, cause chances were, he wouldn't remember. Cort was flying down a trail here in So. Cal. when some dummy decided that he would like to go up the down hill trail, in the middle of said trail, without a helmet. The outcome was a mangling of metal and flesh with Cort receiving less bodily harm then the retard (something to do with physics I'm sure...mass=speed x acceleration?...yes, I know im the not brightest when it comes to physics and all) Anyway...Cort was knocked silly, as stated previously, and got a bad gash on his chin. This is him right after he came into the ER.


Paula (older brothers wife) came also to throw her "I'm a nurse who works here" badge and power around, which came in quite usefull. She'd talk shop with the nurses and get the scoop on Cort and I would just rifle through all the cool Trauma Room equipment and supplies.


This is an image of Cort with his second mouth. The gash was right to the bone. The pastic surgeon came and let me look over her shoulder and see all the carnage that a trail of dirt can do to a persons chin. She showed me his chin bone and all the vessells around it. Very facinating. I would have been a doctor I think, if it wasnt for all the studying and knowing crap.


The on-call plastic surgeon creating yet another masterpiece. It was like watching an artist paint, but paid much better and, looking at 99% of "artists" today, displaying much more talent.

Kickin' it root down.......at a fast food joint

"You expect me to drink this crap?...I mean c'mon...its apple juice in a frikken box....a thin cardboard-like box. What...what does this say here...."from concentrate?"....you mean this isn't fresh? So help me....if this tastes like crap, sleep with one eye open at night....cause your dead....dead I say."


"You have won this round mr. "apple in a box"....but next time i shall thwart your efforts....mmmm....how I love to lick its creamy center....its candy-like center...go away....Stop staring at me!!!"


Charley enjoys eating the head of this stuffed bird. It makes noises if you push it in the belly...the bird that is..well I guess Charley does too, but his noises probably wont be nice ones. Anyway....the bird makes noises as he chomps on his head, as if the bird is struggling for its last breath. This in turn causes Charley to giggle more and continue to bite with more exuberance. I'm pretty sure thats perfectly normal and doesnt require and sort of cause for alarm.


It's like a "Glamour shot" that you'd get a the mall, but good. "Glamour Shots"...i think that was the actual name of the place in the mall that did those types of photos. There were a couple of girls in my senior class of high school that had those done for the yearbook, instead of the normal "dressed-up" half shirt concept that was the norm. I cant imagine the thought process behind going to the mall, of all places, and participating in this horror episode of modern day photography. After all was said and done, the pictures looked like someone had smeared Vaseline all over the lens before the photo was taken, which in turn, helped create an abstract blur of large flesh, big matted hair, and halloween-esque make-up. But ultimately, it gave me many heart felt laughs in which to remember those days with a smile. Oh, and he's so freakin' cute.

Where's Clater

So I was invited to share is some BYU freshman Memories. Its like where's Waldo, but the end result isnt quite as fullfilling. Im in there somewhere. No beard, skinnier, and with lots more hair.......*sigh*........I really enjoyed having no responsibility and lowered expectations.

My Boys and Such

Showing off their matching outfits. Its like the movie "Twins" but with talent.


The boys with their cousins....some of them anyway...well, the ones that could be coaxed with candy and empty promises of fun and fortune for the picture.