Fabrication

We all love Keturah. She gets the most endearing, lovable names that we can come up with: stink bomber, pooper, chubbs, butterball, stink machine, etc.
So Alex says, "Keturah, you're a poop factory."
Matt adds, "Alex, if Keturah is a poop factory, then you are the whine factory."
Alex retorts, "And Dad, you are a toot factory."
Rebekah chimes in, "And Mom is the pregnant factory."

If there were a picture to go with this post, it would be one of me--one of those "cute, pregnant belly" pictures. Yeah, I don't do those. I look the same as I did the last 3 times at 7 months, so if you were lucky enough to see me one of those times, imagine that.

Goose Poop

In one month we went from this:

                                                                                    To this:

We went to Ann Arbor and rented a row boat for a couple of hours to enjoy the warm weather and Matt's vacation time. We had a lot of fun trying to row with a broken oar and the wind working against us. Keturah is the only one who didn't take a turn rowing, but she got splashed plenty to make up for it. And I  learned something new about geese. We came right up to a goose family that didn't want us near their egg, so they hissed at us. Didn't know they could hiss. Maybe it's a Canadian thing, eh? There were a ton of geese. I tried to find a spot on the grass to sit down and there were none to be found that were sans goose poop. 
Have you ever noticed that all the different words for poop are 4 letters? Poop, crap, terd, loaf, do-do, dump, etc. I know there is another one, too--but this post if for the kids.