A cake. A very tasty cake, that I made, that the family ate in two sittings over as many days. This thing probably weighed about 15 pounds. Matt insisted I post a picture of it. One of these days I'll start a dedicated food blog (me and 200,000 other foodie wannabes.)
The Becker Cornhuskers Society. I think they're planning on unionizing next summer. That never goes well for either side.
Renee, close up, just because she's cute close up. Sometimes. Other times, I wouldn't touch her with a twenty two and a half foot pole. Here, she is happy because we just had dinner at Friendly's, which is a very rare treat indeed. A rare treat for everyone else at the restaurant that evening was when she stood up and announced (very loudly), "I need to
POOP!" 
The Dogshank Redemption. Over the past few months, the dog has been chewing her way through the gate we use to keep her confined to the kitchen when we're not home. She's chewed through one bar at a time. Last week, we came home from church and found she had finally chewed her way out. I don't think she knew quite what to
do with herself once she got out; I think she just went back in under the kitchen table and took a nap. Dogs don't always think these things all the way through.
Elena, close up, just because she's cute close up. She's bravely working her way through her bowl of bean soup. Periodically, I make some kind of beans for dinner, because they are very cheap, very healthy, and really quite tasty. Despite their reputation as the "Musical Fruit", they have never quite caught on here, and the children all still complain when it's bean night at the Becker house. We have yet to lose any one to bean poisoning. There was also some dissatisfaction with the corn muffins I made. I heard, "Hey, there's
corn in these corn muffins!" Yes, indeed. If they had found peas or tomatoes in the corn muffins, I might have granted a little more validity to their complaint.
A cake. A very tasty cake, that I made, that the family ate in two sittings over as many days. This thing probably weighed about 15 pounds. Matt insisted I post a picture of it. One of these days I'll start a dedicated food blog (me and 200,000 other foodie wannabes.)
The Becker Cornhuskers Society. I think they're planning on unionizing next summer. That never goes well for either side.
Renee, close up, just because she's cute close up. Sometimes. Other times, I wouldn't touch her with a twenty two and a half foot pole. Here, she is happy because we just had dinner at Friendly's, which is a very rare treat indeed. A rare treat for everyone else at the restaurant that evening was when she stood up and announced (very loudly), "I need to POOP!" 
The Dogshank Redemption. Over the past few months, the dog has been chewing her way through the gate we use to keep her confined to the kitchen when we're not home. She's chewed through one bar at a time. Last week, we came home from church and found she had finally chewed her way out. I don't think she knew quite what to do with herself once she got out; I think she just went back in under the kitchen table and took a nap. Dogs don't always think these things all the way through.
Elena, close up, just because she's cute close up. She's bravely working her way through her bowl of bean soup. Periodically, I make some kind of beans for dinner, because they are very cheap, very healthy, and really quite tasty. Despite their reputation as the "Musical Fruit", they have never quite caught on here, and the children all still complain when it's bean night at the Becker house. We have yet to lose any one to bean poisoning. There was also some dissatisfaction with the corn muffins I made. I heard, "Hey, there's corn in these corn muffins!" Yes, indeed. If they had found peas or tomatoes in the corn muffins, I might have granted a little more validity to their complaint.
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