Wow it actually took this long! Mom is pregnant again! This will be #8 . I think we are going to have a boy if mom buys new girl clothes this time (giving up hope might be just as effective).
I think we jinx ourselves though when we do stuff like writing "PC4!!!!" On the calnder on Mom's due date Grandma!!! And plus Mom bought boy clothes when Rachael was born.

This is a picture of my Grandma Brown's horse Carmela. Grandma had to sell her though because she went psycho out of loneliness.
Grandma thought that their dog Strider would be enough company for her but he wasn't. She was almost the only horse I have ever ridden but they used to have a horse named Gracie and a donkey named April.
Carmela looks skinny because she wouldn't eat enough food to keep healthy.
Nobody was very sad though when Grandma sold her (some guys bought her for a birthday present) because she had started biting us. One time she bit William on the leg when he was feeding her (but she didn't bite him as hard as Patrick Henry did). And one time when I was riding her she tried to bite my leg. And another time she bit Grandma on the arm.
But when Grandma first got her she was really sweet but when Rachael was born we didn't pay as much attention to her so she probably got jealous .

Ah, Alaura, The oldest twin and bug lover, the red-headed story writer. My little aunt... Kaitlyns best friend. How shalt I begin her story? She and Briana both had guinea pigs,Alaura's was named Alec and Briana's was named Taffy (due to her color). But Briana's died and Alaura gave hers away when they moved to NY . But Alaura is not bereft of pets now by any means. Now she has a pet chipmunk and a parakeet named Sunny. (Briana has two parakeets named Popeye and Felix).

Wow! I actually found a picture of Briana. She was one of my best friends when she lived in Texas...We actually lived in the same house for approx 1 1/2 years and shared a room for 1/2 of that time. But for the rest of the time I slept in our 30ft travel trailer.

ps. please comment and tell me what you think of her.(she is 11 months younger then me)

This is 6yo Patrick henry,(Affectionately nick-named "Pooter")
He loves knives, guns and any thing else that can give poor Kermit another surgery scar.(He and William play surgeon with their stuffed Biker Pig and Kermit the frog).
This picture was taken for Great Grandma and Grandpa Goldsmith.(we filled out a my favorite things page and sent pictures for a Thanksgiving present). When I find Briana's picture I'll do a post about her.

This is my Grandma Brown holding Rachael.
I remember that Grandma had a garden that we all helped with. And every week somebody (or two) would be sent down to water it for 45 min.
The stuff grandma grew in the garden was :
Cilantro,onions,cherry tomatoes,normal tomatoes,colards,spinach,canteloupe,potatoes,
turnips, watermelon,and radishes.

We (me and Kaitlyn) had a minor success in growing a water melon that was approx 12" by 5".(it was delicious)

Dad, I hereby dedicate this peom to you.

When Father Carves The Duck:

We all look on with anxious eyes
When father carves the duck,
And mother almost always sighs
When father carves the duck;
Then all of us prepare to rise,
And hold our bibs before our eyes.
And be prepared for some surprise,
When father carves the duck.

He braces up and grabs a fork
Whene'er he carves a duck,
And won't allow a soul to talk
Until he's carved the duck,
The fork is jabbed into the sides,
Across the breast the knife he slides,
While every careful person hides
From flying chips of duck.

The platter's almost sure to slip
When father carves a duck,
And how it makes the dishes skip!
Potatoes fly amuck!
The squash and cabbage leap in space,
We get some gravy in our face
And father mutters Hindoo grace
When father carves the duck.

We then have learned to walk around
The dining-room and pluck
From off the window sills and walls
Our share of father's duck.
While father growls and blows and jaws
And swears the knife was full of flaws,
And mother laughs at him because
He couldn't carve a duck
:D

This is one of the funniest memories I have of living at the browns house. Becca had gotten
stuck hanging by her pants in a tree! Patrick Henry had come running in the house to mom saying KIM! KIM!!! BECCA IS HANGING IN A TREE BY HER PANTS!!!!! mom of course rushed to the rescue (but not without grabbing the camera) and found... Becca hanging in the tree
like this! mom didn't leave her there for long.
Just long enough to take 3-4 pictures.
(The tree by the way had been lovingly nicknamed tree-beard by the little goobers who played in it day and night)