Seeing Red

Life is returning to normal. Well, what is normal for us? For everyone asking, Jon is doing great! He's back to his ol' self it seems. Thank you again to those who have been calling, emailing, facebooking, etc. We appreciate all of the concern and those who have been there for us. We have some pretty awesome friends & family.

Shawn is sitting here with me while I blog. So I ask him: "Shawn, what do you want to say to your family and friends?" Here's what my little sweetheart wishes for me to say to everyone.

Shawn: "They want you to make a "cat." So you have to press the "c", and now "a", and now "t." They need a key for the door. Grama has to lock it. (Me: Grama Who?) Mrs. Meiser has to lock it. A door needs a chance. A door needs a lock. And a little girl and a little boy locked it. And now "The End." We need a dog. A cat. A mouse. A turtle. A Nicholas. Thank you for visiting me, friends. Its just an arrow to go down. Down to the bottom two. I want to go to Owen's house. The End. That's the end. "

Haha. I need to do that more often. He was all full of cutesy smiles and happy to see me typing his every word.

After our winter BBQ with the Meisers.

At Connor's 1st Birthday Party.

Festivities.

My Guy.

Mama's Boys.
Shawn's face just made this picture.

I love this one.
You can just see the fun we have when we get all 4 together.

My two best Red's.
This needs to go on the wall. I love how much he loves her.

Adorable. Both of them.

Can you believe my son has a football in his hands. Yes, my son. The jock. Deer loving, fishing wanting, football watching son.

Happy Birthday to the sweetest little "freshly" one year old around. We love you Connor!

Sweet Little Guy.
And a Wolfgang 5 Generation Photograph.

"The ant's go marching on by one... hoorah."