location, location, location...

If it weren't for the location of our house, we would never have chosen the "1976 special" that we have been SLOWLY and painfully (we are NOT handy) renovating over the course of the last three years.

Still lingering for our enjoyment are the avocado green carpeting up and down, and the brown/black/white geometric 1970's carpeting in the basement, a gold framed mirror with gold "flowered" lights in the master bath, and what I affectionately refer to as our "mortuary lighting" in our master bedroom (wall sconces that must have been found at a 1970's funeral director convention).

Someday I'll enlighten entertain you with photos.

Everybody jokes that these are coming back in style.

Okie dokie, that's our excuse...

One of the things we love most about our house is the little stream flowing through our backyard.

It lies about 12 feet off our back deck and is set far from our neighbors houses behind us. Being snowmelt, the kids never really swim in it, even in the spring when it reaches well above their knees.

They do spend A LOT of time on the bridge that hubby built, splashing and moving rocks around. This year, they found these crawfish/algae-eating-type-of-underwater "fish," as they call them.

So, they've spent a lot of time - and tupperware, I might add - fishing this summer. They've made mini-aquariums out of all my tupperware for days on end.

Then they dump them back in and start over again.

Boys being boys.

And now Squirt is big enough to be in on it too. Today, he was walking around the kitchen when I noticed that it was too quiet.

You know what too quiet means.

I found him down on the bridge where Sauce had carried him and plopped him smack next to him. He was serving as a fishing partner.

I have to say that Sauce is Squirt's favorite brother. He loves them all, but these two have a special bond. I wonder if it was because Sauce was the one who was most excited about Squirt's birth.

Whenever Hunter goes to pick him up, he squeals and fusses, but Sauce drags the poor boy all over tarnation - and they are both happy as clams.

I think we'll stay for a while, despite the 1970's flashback.