Created with Admarket's flickrSLiDR. So Oregon turned 150 yrs old on Saturday, Feb 14th. We were all congregating at Linda and Dennie's to see Molly's cousin, Joe, and his daughter, Soriah before they flew back to Arizona. A perfect opportunity to bake a cake. And not just any cake, but one in the shape of Oregon, complete with the Cascades, Wallowas, Crater Lake, Eugene, and Corvallis. The boys and I whipped up a few Valentine cards for Molly earlier in the day. These turned out pretty good. They even beat the, "Look sir, droids" card we made for Molly a couple years ago.

Happy February everyone, is it spring yet? We got a little taste last Saturday and it was much enjoyed. We worked in the yard a bit, played outside, and went for a bike ride. Can't wait for the full meal deal. Only a month or two out. Patrick's first battle scar, and our first 911 call. Sam and Patrick were chasing each other in the house when out of nowhere the dining room table jumped out from behind the middle of the room and tackled Patrick. Crying, followed by blood, followed by more crying. We couldn't calm him down and didn't know how we were going to get him to the hospital. He wasn't going in the car seat willingly and someone had to apply pressure to his wound. So, we decided to take a trip in the ambulance. Our neighborhood firemen were the first to show up. Patrick calmed right down when he saw them. By the time they left the bleeding had stopped and we could take him in ourselves. Seven stitches later, the boy is like brand new.