Jay Cooke State Park

Well, we have springtime fever and were tired of being cooped up in the house so we ventured to Jay Cooke State Park. Once we arrived we had Ethan in the pack and headed over the swinging bridge to view the waterfalls only to find that all the trails were packed with about 2 inch of slick ice. Needless to say with a preggo and a 15 month old we didn't take the chance of biffing and headed back into the car for the drive home. Pretty uneventful weekend that's for sure. When is it going to get above freezing again?!

Papa (puppy) where are you?

15 months old!

Our very own deer park

Outside play with Izzy 3.13.09

The cat's out of the bag...

Ethan is going to be a big brother! Baby Harms #2 is due to arrive 9/29/09.

Look who's 40!

Yes, I guess I do have to claim them as my parents. The shirt says it all.

One sexy 40 year old

Hannah modeling her mom Bonnie's actual gym uniform from the early 80's. Just so you know, this is a one piece. (PS, nice Farah hair!)

Grandpa with hair.

Mary Miland (my aunt) recently turned the big 4-0 on Saturday. She decided to host her own party and had everyone come dressed in the year they graduated highschool. My parents went all out as hippies. The only thing they were missing was the weed. As most of you know, the 90's was fairly boring, so Scott and I dug out his famous "sayings" shirts. We had lots of good food from smoked pulled pork sandwiches, fondue, buffalo chicken dip to a banana split bar and the official rice krispie bday cake. Scott and I joined Ben, Hannah and Melissa in rockband. (yeah, we better stick with our day jobs), others played Canasta, Apples to Apples and the game Things. (Things is definetly a good game for the college gang to play. Similar to apples but you get to make your own responses and you have to guess who wrote what response. I'll see if I can hook us up for Wautoma). Everyone fizzled down around midnight, including Grandma Karen who always leaves early!

Who needs water?

Since Ethan has figured out how to flip himself into the toybox, low and behold he has managed to throw himself into the tub. Thank goodness no water was in it. I guess the kid knows when he is stinky. (might have something to do with his new favorite toy being the garbage can. He loves to throw my dishtowels away.)