Back to Kindergarten

This morning, Karsten and I scarfed down some oatmeal, put on our jackets, and set off into the crisp autumn air to walk to school.  When we arrived, we hung our gear on a shared coat hook and entered the classroom together.  No, I wasn't being the over-protective parent -- I was there on official business.  It was my first stint as a kindergarten parent-volunteer.

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Travis and I had temporarily put home improvement projects on hold, but we forgot to send the memo to our neighbors.  They wanted the fence between us fixed.  These people are a nice older couple a few years from retirement, that treat our kids well.  This is the only picture i could find of the said fence.  It was probably the best section, but you get the idea.

cupcakes, balloons, and rainbows

Taegan finally turned 4.  She has been talking about her birthday since June.  Making a birthday list since Christmas.  And acting 13 since birth.  Needless to say, she was ready to party last Thursday.

Cowboys like us

Melissa and I come from Pendleton, Oregon.  When the topic of hometowns comes up here in the Willamette Valley, people often remark, "Oh, I drove through Pendleton once on the way to...."  I suppose we're fortunate that I-84 runs through the place, otherwise a lot of people would have no reason to see it at all.  It's relatively quiet, except during the second week of September -- that's when the rodeo comes to town.