Congratulations Mikey !!

He is a healthy, happy nine year old and that's the way it should be. He has been cancer free for 5 years now and we celebrated. Carrie and the kids stayed at Little America this weekend and the "Grandma's" met them for dinner. He had a steak and chocolate shake and put up with all the girls (Mom, sisters and grandma's).
Mikey is an amazing boy, he loves sports and can tell you any and all of the stats on his favorite teams. He is a big fan of the "U" and had to leave dinner several times to find out what the score was.
This has been a wonderful milestone to celebrate for all of us.
"High Five, Mikey"
>Love ~ Grandma Deanie

Happy Birthday Logan!

Logan Mitchell Savage was born October 10th six years ago in Knoxville Tennessee. He is now in Kindergarten and lives a lot closer to all those cousins! They all helped him celebrate on Saturday. The cold snowy weather didn't dampen any spirits and a good time was had by all.

He helped his Mom make his birthday cake. He wanted a scary Halloween cake. It was a graveyard complete with graham cracker headstones, spiders, pumpkins, ghosts and black cats.

He loves sports and is playing flag football, he played baseball last summer. He can play guitar hero with the best of em and any kind of super hero is cool. His Dad was pretty proud of the great scores he got from the parent/teacher conference last week. He is a big brother to Natalie and James and a very sweet little guy. Grandma loves you very much, happy birthday Logan!

The Cow has been taken hostage!

She is a pretty little cow.

Spends most of her time on the fridge.

Just hanging out with her little magnets on the back of her head and hooves.

Good natured little cow with blank stare on her face most of the time.

She used to hang out on my desk at work, but I brought her home, thought she would like it better there.

The grandkids all love her, always wanted to take her home, but no, she is grandma's toy.

So to my horror when I came back from Aly's house, walked in my door and there in the bottom of an empty Halloween candy dish was my little cow...

Completely wrapped up with every single elastic that had been hung on the pantry door knob.

She was a prisoner, a hostage, who could have done this?

Nate, Hillary and the kids had been staying over the night before. Hillary saw Natalie acting suspiciously, questioned her and she just said "don't look at me" as she lurked around the fridge area of the kitchen.

She couldn't have, could she?

It might have been the cat, he does tend to be a little jealous.

I just don't know.

Anyway she is okay, I rescued her from the elastics and candy dish.

She is back to hanging out on the fridge with her little blank stare.