The next day

If you haven't read my last post, scroll down and read that first.

This morning Beau was calmed down enough for me to look at his burned fingers and get a picture. I feel like a terrible mom, I am sure no one else has been there. At least he has stopped crying.

My Fall

We brought a box full of apples home from my dad's last week, and today I decided to put them to use. I thought it would be fun for Beau and I to make caramel apples to take to Bailey's teachers. Beau was such a good helper getting the apples ready, unwrapping the carmels and stirring the pot. When it came time to dip the apples, Beau really wanted to dip one. So, as I was stirring up the caramel, Beau dipped his apple in, and the hot caramel flipped up on his little hand. Oh my, did he howl and yowl, poor little guy. After about a half hour of screaming and crying, cold wash clothes and some time alone, he came back in the kitchen and said "Mom you are not the best cooker anymore, my dad is the best cooker." So I have officially lost my title, but he did say I was still the best driver :) I was able to get a picture of our apples (with Heath bits) but Beau refused to let me take a picture of his burned finger. The only thing that made him feel better was giong with his daddy to Uncle Rob's shop to work on the truck.

Lake Mead

For fall break this year Clay decided that hunting was too much work and we should take a vacation (it was really his idea, no lying.) Beau and Jenny invited us to go with their family to Lake Mead for a few days. The drive was LONG, but we had a great time!!
This is me and my 2 1/2 kids at Hoover Damn

The carp at Echo Bay Marina were boiling out of the water. The kids bought bags of popcorn to feed them - NASTY!
Taking a little nap on the boat
Clay wakeboarding at sunset.
This is what happens when you won't stop hitting your brother and we still have over 2 hours to drive.