In the Heat of the Night

I'd like to know how normal this is.  Does anyone else have a husband who comes on to them in the middle of the night and basically has no recollection of doing so in the morning?  This happens quite frequently to me.  Last night was especially crazy.  At one point I woke to Hiram passionately kissing my face.  Before thinking, I started kissing him back, then realized I was supposed to be sleeping--that I had in fact been sleeping--and disengaged.  I had to push Hiram's head down on his pillow a couple times telling him, "Go to bed," and had to ward off several more advances before he finally left me alone. At one point I even considered moving to the couch.  =)  He asked me this morning if we had had a fight in the middle of the night.  I had to fill him in on his frisky behavior and my rejections.  It turns out he had had a dream in which he rescued me from a fire.  I guess the danger plus the damsel in distress got him all hot and bothered.  So, is it just my spouse?

Israel's First Day of Preschool and Some Sweet Pics

I don't have it in me to write much tonight.  I was going to be in bed by nine...but alas.  Anyway, today was Israel's first day of preschool.  I wasn't emotional about it.  And Israel ran right outside to play with the other kids (or more likely to play with the playground equipment...he usually couldn't care less about other kids) without bothering even to take a glance back at me.  I asked how he did when I came to pick him up and was told he was a "real fire ball."  Not sure what that means.  I'm so excited for him to be in the preschool.  I've subbed quite a few times there, and they do so many fun things.  He's going to have a blast this year, and I may be able to get the occasional nap again.

One quick funny thing.  Tonight, we needed to leave my in-laws house, where we had been enjoying dinner after a swim in the frog pond, because Brig was falling apart.  Hiram told me that he was having trouble getting Israel in the car, so he started the threatening count to three.  1....2.....thr....at this point Israel hit him.  Immediately realizing the blunder, he said quickly, "Oh no...." and took off running.  Ah, that story made me laugh.  I love this crazy little kid.  MAN, I love him.  Oh, he's just the coolest, cutest, smartest, sweetest.  What would I ever do without him?

Israel loves to help with the watering.

Brigham loves anything edible.  And he LOVES his blanket almost more than me.

Maybe someday he'll make big bucks when he makes it into a firefighter calendar?

Most beautiful eyes.  And most smoochable lips and cheeks and ears and neck.

Yeah, we have 23 chickens that will someday lay us some eggs.

Israel's most recent pet.  Bet you can't guess what he named him.

We've been busy. 

Mindy Gledhill

I went to a friend's blog recently and heard Mindy Gledhill for the first time...or at least this music of her's for the first time.  I just want so much to share it with everyone I know because I LOVE it and its sweet and happy and fun.  So try it!  Its on my playlist.  I don't know how to make it start automatically like my last one...whatever.  Hit play.  Do it.