A Little Bit of Claire

Busting a move ...

Becoming chatty patty ...

Pestering Tyson ...



Loving her Aunties.



Being a little doll.

With her BFF.

Nearing the terrible two's.

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Jail Break

"I'm coming. I'm coming. Crap, I'm coming.
Tyson, do not let her leave.
Together we will get out of this place"

"Okay. You're a cute pup. I'm a cute baby. Let's use it.
I'll bat my baby blues
while you cock your adorable ears."

"Yeah, Tyson. I realize that didn't work.
But don't cop an attitude with me. 
We will get out of here. Let's try plan B. "

"Just look happy. Really, really happy.
She has to let us out if we're happy."

"No. Tyson, I will not let you lose hope. Look me in the eye.
 I said look at me!
 You and I are too cute to be stuck behind this fence.
We will get out of here."

"In fact, I think I might just be able to unlock this thing.
If I just twist this a little ...
and push here just a tad ... "

"You know, on second thought, if I'm gonna be
stuck in here there's no one else I'd rather
be here with. You're not too bad Tyson.
Not too bad at all."
(Speak for yourself chick. I want the %^&! out of here.)

A Correction to the Family Tree

So after a day of trying to make our dog fit the name Levi we realized we picked the wrong name for him. It was pretty obvious when people would ask me, "What did you name your dog?" and I couldn't remember. For minutes on end. So in true Barron fashion (Henry was named Issac for the first 4 hours of his life) we have made a change. Levi is Levi no more. But he is (drum roll please) ... Tyson! And that my friends will not change (other than the few times today that Henry actually rememberd the name Levi and called Tyson, Levi. Oops).

We Bit the Bullet

We find adding a baby to the bunch every 2 years seems to be just about right. But predictability can be so boring. Claire is just 14 months and momma has a new baby!

Meet Levi Barron. He's a 10 week old German Shepherd. I honestly never knew I could love a dog so much and so instantly. I even sat next to him in the car (when we took him to Henry's baseball game) because he was whimpering so. I've never even sat by one of my kids in the car. Not even the first time we brought them home from the hospital.

The boys are thrilled. Henry keeps saying, "I can't believe we have a dog." Adam likes to torture him. And Claire is very attached too. Matt is pretty much an expert at puppy raising so he's taking the bull by the horns. Or more accurately the poop shovel by the handle.

Welcome home little (not for long) Levi.