The early years

The picture below is the me before I knew me. I suppose I was just getting to know myself.



And just to show that I was not always a jolly soul, but sometimes serious.



And the acorn does not fall far from the tree.

This is a day when Craig and Arlo were having a friendly dispute about who could hold Mom's sharp scissors. Craig made the mistake of grabbing the scissors by the business end with the affilated edge centered on the center of his fingerprint on his thumb. A few stitches and some well placed gauze bandages and our little Brave came home with his certificate.



Now we see that second generation acorns work as well.