But I want my teeth to rot out....

Nadya and her "Bling" pacifier
An update on life here at Chandler's Rowe. It finally got cold enough to lite a fire again! We are really enjoying the colder weather (especially Scout;see picture below). It, for some reason, gives me more energy when it is cooler outside.

We have aquired a new dog since my last post. He is a Keeshond and his name is Scout. He is about 5 months old and is very sweet and has a ton of hair! Webster was so cold the other night he let me tuck him in to sleep (see picture below) and Scout was laying on the brick panting because he had been running around. They are so
funny to watch when they play. Webster and Scout
will be playing and Rooster (the neighbor's dog)
will run up and try to join in the tussle.














Webster all tucked in for the night














The newest member of our family-Scout
The garden is doing good. We have broccoli heads that are softball size and cabbage that are about the same. Our tomato plants didn't survive the frost that we had. We covered them, but the dew had already fallen by the time we covered them at midnight so we were a bit dissapointed at that! We will be ordering some peach and citrus trees soon. So we are planning for that.
Well, you are probably wondering about the title of this post. That was Sean's response to me calling for him to come and brush his teeth the other night. I had been trying to convey the reason behind brushing our teeth to him, but apparently his consequence reasoning is not mature enough yet. Note to self: don't try to reason with a three year old! Life is good here and its all because of God!