The Last of Our Little Boys

As Matthew begins to lose his baby teeth, it reminds us that he is the last of our little boys.  At least for now . . . Amanda finds out what she is having in a couple of weeks.

Country Livin': The Coon

On Saturday Matt and I were going out to have a fire, just the two of us.  On the way, he stopped to feed the cats.  He ran out of the shed and said, "Dad, I think there's a coon in the cat barn."  So I went up and got the old 22 and headed out.  Two shells later, we were in the garage skinning our first coon.  It was a great adventure and another affirmation of why we bought the farm.  Our hope is to tan the hide and for Matt to eventually have himself a real coonskin cap.  Just call me Davy Crocket.