Happiness is....

Happiness is a weekend on the Western Slope of Colorado at the base of Sopris Mountain...with views like this!

Happiness is Wyatt's first cattle event...notice my boys with the black cows in the background. It makes my toes curl with happiness!

Happiness is cow crap on the stroller wheels...is it strange to find happiness in this?

Happiness is a new calving/sale barn at TY Bar Ranch...beautiful!





Happiness is fall with black cattle, and a pumpkin!

Happiness is meeting cousin TIM!

Happiness is taking the long way home, for no good reason (check out this guy on a unicycle going down the pass)!

Happiness is a road trip with views like this.

Happiness is a drive where you are above timberline....







Hey Mark, what are you doing behind the tree? I am sure he must be happier now!

Happiness is a baby so good that he could spend a week under his momma's desk before day care starts!

Happiness is having students who love on your baby, too!

Oh, so much to be thankful for!

A few more...

WYATT

He is so big...it is hard to believe he looked like this just two weeks ago. Don't you love his "male-pattern baldness?" He is losing his baby hair and the new stuff is a lot lighter.

My three favorite boys...a trip into the mountains that was all about the first child - the laborador named BOONE!

Wyatt says BOO!

If only Mom could sleep like this boy.

See how I've changed? I'm this big!

Love to You from WyMan!

A thousand expressions of Wyatt!

I love this boy. He changes each day and adds a new expression that makes me laugh (and a few make me cry). Hope you enjoy a glimpse of what I can't stop taking pictures of...

The Chair

The Chair...

It has adorned my living room since I married its owner 2 1/2 years ago.

This chair that I have threatened to leave on my front lawn with a "Free" sign.

I have offered to have it hauled to the church "Back to School" furniture give away.

This chair that (thankfully) doesn't go with a thing in my house.

This chair that collects cat hair (and won't come off).

The chair that is stained and might even smell a bit funny...

The chair that I try to cover up with a throw blanket, to make it look a little better...

Is the same chair that I remember Mark saying his dad sat in every night.

It is the chair that Mark would sit on the floor in front of and let his dad rub his head (to this day this still puts my husband into a peaceful sleep).

This chair is the same one that we can see in the old home movies and slides - full of fun family memories.

This Chair...This is the chair that I watched my mom and dad hold my son, and love him during the first two weeks of his life.

This Chair...this chair is the one that I fall in love with my husband all over again when I watch him hold, snuggle and feed our boy, Wyatt.

This chair is where Mark took his "turn" holding Wyatt during those first few nights at home when Wy's days were nights and nights were days....and where my boys would drift off to sleep together.

This chair that rocks just enough...has become the most comfortable and my favorite place to be. I can watch the breeze move through the trees outside on the fall day, or watch TV, or watch my son fall asleep after nursing.

This chair which now symbolizes generations, memories, love. This chair will always have a place here...I love this chair.

The BLUE COUCH however....you can have that one!

Wyatt Week Three

Is it true? Could it really be three weeks already? WOW! Our pumpkin is changing so quickly. For the benefit of grandparents, friends and relatives far away...here are the latest pics...I can't help but take pictures when he is sleeping. It is the sweetest thing.... Happy Fall!