Most important things first: In one of last week's raquetball games, Mike finally beat LeeAnn. WooHooo!

We had about ten tornado warnings (sightings) around here yesterday; two people were killed. It's saddening to watch the news and see a farmer describing his homestead to the camera crew: "That was my barn, that was my house, those were my trucks..." We have flashbacks to the times we criticized some folks for building on a flood plain. Gee, it's so much more logical to build a house in tornado country. :)

Misha's almost sleeping through the night, and she's putting on some healthy weight. To quote Brian, "She's just the loveliest little girl in the whole world!"

LeeAnn has taken up cross-stitch, and she's already started on a HUGE project. She's incredible. It's a good thing she's not a "craftsy" type of person (that's what she told Mike when theyfirst met). LeeAnn's in our church's Primary presidency, so she helps organize activities andlessons for the younger church members. She took a break around the time she had Misha, but nowshe's busy again. She has the garden planted, and true to rich Iowa soil, the stuff's growinglike mad. It rains enough that we usually don't worry about watering the lawn. And the rain and dirt work together to make a weekly mowing a necessity. At least in Lehi, we could skip a week or two without too much difficulty.

We'll be flying down to Utah in June (we think). It's a challenge to put enough $$ aside to fly a family of six, but we'll do it as often as we can. The boys sure miss their cousins and friends.

As of last fall, we have two mole "kills" to our credit. Although Mike would like to get fourmore this year for a total of five (so he can be an "ace"), LeeAnn doesn't want to let the moles in the yard to begin with. The ancient drama continues, the masculine primate yearning to swing through the trees to hunt and kill things, while the feminine companion awaits his return, wondering why he just doesn't stay home and read a good book. When will women understand?

For Mike, work is busier than ever. But cost pressures are getting to his department, and they'verecently changed all of their user manuals from full color to black and white. "Ick! Now we'llbe just as plain as our competition!" he reportedly quipped. But his paycheck overpoweredhis principles, and he's resigned himself to a life of lesser glory.

Caleb loves kissing people better. In fact, he likes it a little too much. He hits, slaps,bites, and head-butts just so he can kiss the victim "better." It goes like this: *SLAP!* kiss *WHAM!* kiss *POW!* kiss *BONK!* kiss. After a few minutes ofthis, the kiss-ee begins to actually see the fight's captions, like some twisted Batmantelevision episode.

Which brings us to their 'jammies. Have we told you about them? LeeAnn got David & Caleb someSuperman pajamas, and for Brian she got Batman pajamas, all complete with capes. The boys gotnew shoes the same day. You should have seen them running around the house--new shoes (helpsthem run faster) and a cape (faster yet). We had three faster-than-a-speeding-bullet boys running around the house for quite a while.

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