J on our 'big trip'. He'll be 5 in January.

L with his mischievous smile. He is 3 years old and loves trucks and all things with wheels or moving parts. He is the closest thing we have to a 'family clown'.

The little Griggers sitting on our new (to us) 1970 International ambulance.

E, J and L having a tea party with E's new tea set. They had hot chocolate, crackers and chocolate chips. Lots of fun!!

Update!!

Well Papa loves his new job and we are all loving the family time it gives us. We have always tried to do family devotions after supper but it was hard to keep up with Papa gone so much. But now that he is home every night we have finally been able to make it a nightly event. Papa is also getting a lot more sleep which is good as neither of us realized how sleep depraved he really was. Now that we are almost a week in to the new job he is finally starting to feel rested up. Amazingly enough he has only had to do one thing, so far, that he has not done before working on our own rigs or his last bosses trucks. Papa has also been trying to read the 'little house' books to the kids and I before bed and with his new job that has again become a nightly occurrence.

Baby R has found her moving motivation. LOL. She learned to roll back to front a while ago but now she's rolling here and there and scooting backwards and forwards. She gets stuck under the couch, chair or table regularly. This morning she was stuck beside the couch but managed to roll out of it!!! Good Girl Baby R. She has started 'talking' too and loves to 'talk' (little noises that sound like a foreign language) to people, toys or whatever. She started saying "Da Da" a while ago and now will sometimes say it to you if you ask her too. She has also learned how to spit. She is still toothless but is working on her 1st tooth. It is almost through but it doesn't slow down her eating at all. Yesterday I gave her the heel of bread (whole) and she ate almost the entire thing with out help. All that was left was two pieces the size of a quarter. This picture was taken at E's Birthday Party. Baby R is almost 8 months old.

This morning while I was milking the cow one of the kittens, the orange one, drank out of a bucket I was holding. (I almost always milk right into the pig bucket, for those of you who were worrying:). Later on I moved the cat's milk dish closer to me, about 1.5 feet away and both of the kittens still came to drink. Whenever I moved they would either look at me and then run or just run. But they are getting tamer little by little. Soon I hope to pet one.