When the driveway is made of rocks one of them is bound to be eaten by the Baby at some point, or at least tried. I'm not remembering right now that the dogs also love to play ball with the rocks.






"Yeah, I didn't like it anyway."
A record of events as our family travels along The Way. Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11