I almost forgot the cutest cowgirl! Bobby requires that all his baby girls be a cowgirl for Halloween. Claire seemed happy to oblige.

And how about that cowboy. Looking good, like I knew you would.

Celebrating nine years

Our anniversary was on Tuesday, but Bobby and I are heading out tonight to celebrate. I'm so excited to have some time alone with him. (Claire will be with us but at least she won't be interrupting my sentences all night long to say something really insightful, like "Boof in your bottom." I swear, it's a wonder Bobby and I are ever able to talk about anything!) It's not like he's been working crazy hours or that he's been out of town or anything, but I really miss him! I guess it's just part of the whole adjusting to three children thing. I can't believe it's been nine years. Ten years ago I was pining away for this boy while he was on his mission. I was saying the words, "I can't wait for Bobby to get home" out loud many times a day. So many times that it almost started that they all started to kind of slur together into one very long word. I was thinking of him constantly and dreaming of all the things I have now and thinking: "Gee. Wouldn't it be cool to be Bobby's wife?"

I was right about that. Happy Anniversary Bobby! I love you.

Claire's blessing day

I normally would spend much longer writing a post like this, but since it must be done, it must be done quickly! I have so very little time for blogging these days.

This post may seem a bit more personal than my typical posts. But it's got to be recorded and it's an opportunity for me to share a little of my testimony, which I should probably be doing more of.

Claire's blessing day was perfect. We planned to have it while my mother-in-law Louise was here helping with the baby, and Bobby's brother Wes and his family came, too. I slept as late as I could the night before since Claire woke up at 3 AM ready to party and we were running out of time. Bobby took everyone to the church early and left Sophie, Claire, and I at home to finish getting ready. I wanted to give Claire a bath or at least wash her hair, but I looked at the clock and knew there wouldn't be time. Louise had told me about a baby blessing she was at where the mother of the baby kept the whole congregation waiting because she was "fixing the baby's hair." I did not want to be that person. :) I started dressing Claire in the blessing dress that my Mom made for Franny and all of the sudden I felt so good. My eyes started to tear up. It just felt like my Mom was right there with me watching me as I got Claire ready for her blessing. Sophie started asking questions about the dress so we talked about Grandma for a minute. We put Claire's bonnet on and got in the car to hurry over to the church. As I walked in to the church building I could hear the music playing and once we reached the chapel we quickly found Bobby and sat down. When I realized what they hymn was, my eyes filled with tears and my heart nearly burst: "I Know That My Redeemer Lives." My mother's favorite hymn. I've noticed it's often played at meetings I've been at on the toughest days since she passed: near/or on the anniversary of her death, her birthday, Mother's Day... I didn't know it was her favorite hymn until we sang it at her funeral. So I can't hear it without thinking of her. I love this song because it's such a beautiful and descriptive testimony of the Savior. It covers so much of what he does for us. So when I hear this song, I feel so loved by both my Mother and my Savior.

I thought of what I must look like to the people sitting around me: the epitome of the new mother- all emotional and hormonal. I mean, I just walked in, sat down, and immediately started crying. That's so weird! Bobby noticed and asked me if I was okay and I told him it was my mother's favorite song. Soon after that he was standing up and giving our third daughter a blessing as beautiful as the ones he gave our other daughters. He sat down with me and held Claire and we smiled as she spit up just about everything she consumed from her last feeding. He looked at me and whispered how sweet it was that all of our daughters had been blessed in the same gorgeous dress. He asked me if I was going to bear my testimony. I told him I hadn't decided yet- I was still a bit emotional and afraid I wouldn't get through it. When it seemed clear to him that I probably wouldn't, he went up to bear his. He talked about how his heart went out to me because I had lost my Mom, how sweet it was to have my mom there with us in a way since she had made that beautiful dress, and then to sing her favorite song- a testimony of Jesus Christ and how he lives to wipe away our tears and calm our troubled hearts. He talked about how touched we were to feel her there on such an important day. I was especially touched to hear Bobby saying all the same things I was thinking without even having the opportunity to discuss them together. So I left that chapel feeling the utmost gratitude. I was grateful for our sweet baby Claire, for family who came so far to be with us, for a righteous husband who knows and loves me, for feeling my mother's presence on that special day, and for my loving Savior, Jesus Christ. I know that He lives.
Family picture taken by Jen. I love the way everyone looks except for me. This pregnancy did a real number on me!

I love this group so much! (Not pictured: Colton and Nicole.) Thanks for coming out to celebrate with us! Thanks Louise and Jen for helping me feed everyone! Thanks Jen for all the beautiful pictures!

It was fun to share Claire's blessing day with little Henry Holmes. He's so cute! Stephanie and Brendon are some of our favorite people! (Brendon is my brother-in-law Grant's (Julia's husband) brother. So we're practically related.)

"Sorry about the drama, we just hit a deer with our car."

Franny has been in need of some pretty serious dental work for quite a while now. Actually last summer was when we first became aware that she needed to have some cavities filled. She had to have a crown put on, a tooth removed, a spacer put in and three cavities filled. We were referred to a pediatric dentist in Columbia and made the drive down early Friday morning. Bobby scooped the girls out of the car and put them in the van hoping they would just go to sleep. Instead they had a lot of questions. Sophie wanted to know why we were going to the dentist at night time?

About a half an hour into our trip we saw the sun beginning to rise and we were talking about the pretty colors and the horizon, etc. I realized I had forgotten to tell Franny's teacher she wouldn't be at school that day so I picked up my cell phone to leave them a message. (It was only about 6:45 AM.) Here's an idea of what that message sounded like:

"Hi, this is Katherine. My daughter Franny won't be at school today because she's having some dental work done in Columbia. Would you please let her teacher know she won't be there... Bobby, Bobby- there's a deer. Right there. Deer, deer, deer.... AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! [Thud] Oh my gosh! Oh! Sorry about the drama, we just hit a deer with our car." Click.

Isn't that the funniest phone message ever? If I were working in that office, that message would have totally made my day. Seriously, I am such a spaz.

So anyway, back to the deer. Poor stupid deer. I saw the deer start running across the lanes of the highway from a pretty far distance. We had quite a bit of time to react, but as Bobby adjusted his speed with his breaks so that he could avoid killing a large and panicked animal, the deer adjusted her (we think it was a doe anyway) speed to match ours and was actually aiming for us. We felt like there was nothing we could do. The deer leaped at our car and hit the beam that separates the windshield from the driver's window. We're afraid that if our car was a second faster than where we were, he would have slammed through the window right into Bobby! While we recognize that "lucky" would have been not to hit any deer at all, we do feel very lucky that the none of us were hurt and the damage to the car was minimal.

Another fortunate thing for us was that a road worker pulled up about two cars behind us, turned on his hazards, and told Bobby he would move the deer for us. (The deer was still alive but struggling.) So Bobby got back in the car and we drove the rest of the way to see the dentist. So the morning started off pretty weird.

Franny had to be put under anesthesia again for the dental procedure. (She was just recently put under for a tonsillectomy that I have been meaning to blog about here. I'll get to it.) She did a lot better when she came out of it this time. They made her a little cocktail with Verced and something else to help calm her before separating her from us and putting her out. She's pretty cute when she's high. She said, "I loovveee you Moooommm...." with very slurred speech. She was stroking my hair and my face and looking up at me with a goofy smile. It was pretty cute. She was really annoyed with the spacer in her mouth at first, but she seems to have gotten used to it.

Later than night Bobby and I were in the office watching "The Office" when the girls came in. All of the sudden my calendar alerted me that our town's Daddy-Daughter dance was starting in 15 minutes. Bobby was pretty excited to take Franny, but she couldn't decide if she wanted to go. One minute she did, the next minute she didn't. It was a little frustrating, but we knew she must be tired. But Sophie said she did want to go, so the two of them went. I snapped this picture before they left:

I could tell it meant a lot to Sophie to have that one on one time with Daddy. They were walking out to the car and Sophie said to Bobby, "Are we going on a date?" She was exhausted from waking up so early, so they weren't gone too long, but from what I hear there was plenty of Hannah Montana and Taylor Swift to dance to- just what Sophie loves. I have to say I was really grateful all day for Bobby- for coming with us to help with Franny's dental procedure and then that night for taking Sophie out at the last minute, before he had even had a chance to eat dinner. He was kicking back and relaxing in comfortable clothes, but as soon as he realized that Sophie really wanted to go he had a shirt and tie on in about five minutes. I just really like him a lot.

Spring Break in Springfield

We spent a couple of days during Spring Break in Springfield, IL. Bobby and I have been wanting to check out the Abraham Lincoln sites as well as a Frank Lloyd Wright home there. So we went for it and we are so happy we did! Our first stop was the Lincoln home. Abraham Lincoln and his family lived there for seventeen years before moving to the White House and I believe it was the only home they ever owned. It was really cool to walk around his neighborhood and inside his home and get a good look at what the interior of his house may have looked like.

Our girls are a lot of fun to travel with. They love being on the go and it makes family trips a total blast. Thank goodness for that! We wondered if we were crazy to plan a not-so-kid-friendly vacation, but they did great. We were sure to break things up with a couple of trips to candy stores, time in the hotel pool, and some kid-friendly restaurants.

Another "must-see" for us in Springfield was the Dana-Thomas house built by Frank Lloyd Wright. I saw the Robie house in Chicago last year and that is the only other FLW site I've had the opportunity to see. This one was really impressive because it still holds so much of the home's original furniture. I just can't get over how far ahead of his time Frank Lloyd Wright was. Bobby and I were trying to imagine what he would come up with if his career were starting now. I can tell you one thing- he would totally have his own show on HGTV. And I would watch it. There was a bowling lane in the basement. It was freaking awesome.

We also went to the Lincoln Presidential museum. Admission was a little pricey but totally worth it. I was really impressed and learned a lot about our former president. I got a little teary-eyed watching a perplexed Franny look at one exhibit where an auctioneer was standing next to a small boy who's parents were being sold into slavery and separated leaving the boy alone. I held my breath and waited for the question I knew was coming about what kind of scene was being depicted here. It's hard to explain things like assassination and slavery to such small children. But please, how long do I think I can shield my babies from the less than pleasant things in life? Anyway, that was something I hadn't really prepared myself for when we decided to take a trip to Springfield. Sophie was really upset when she found that "Hamalon Lincoln" died. She told a stranger in our hotel's elevator like it happened yesterday.

I like how Franny is holding little Willie Lincoln's hand in this picture.

They weren't all smiles and cheerful the entire time. Although I think this picture of Sophie was staged. These were both taken in "Mary's Attic"- which was a children's room where you could play with a large doll house designed to look like Abraham Lincoln's Springfield home. You could dress up in period clothes, play games the Lincoln kids may have played, and pretend to cook in a play kitchen.

The last thing we did was visit the Lincoln tomb. The building is has some structural problems so we weren't able to go on top. But we were able to go inside and see where Lincoln, his wife, three of his sons, and his only grandson are buried.

This is Franny rubbing Lincoln's nose for good luck.

Here's a cute picture of Bobby and the girls in front of a temporary tomb where they kept Abraham Lincoln's body before he was moved to the larger building above. And here's a picture of the girls sitting on the steps of the Old State Capitol building.

And guess who lost another tooth!

Gingerbread House Party - Our New Family Tradition

I don't remember ever making gingerbread houses growing up, but it was a big tradition in Bobby's family. His mom would make her own gingerbread and then construct a gingerbread house for each of her children to decorate! Amazing. And last night Bobby told me that she used to make a bunch of extra houses and decorate them to give out as gifts! The girls were a bit disappointed when they realized I was only making the one gingerbread house, but I think it was a good way to start for us. Bobby has suggested this become one of our family traditions a few times and I feel bad that in our 8+ years of marriage this is the first time I've ever attempted it. We did make them once with Louise the day after Thanksgiving, but she provided everything for us. It was then that I first saw Bobby's talent and skill for gingerbread house decorating. He's a pro. Did you notice the Necco wafers as shingles in the first picture of Franny? That's a Bobby original. He totally came up with that idea on his own.

So! Recipes and patterns. There are tons of patterns online- some you can buy, many are free. I chose a very simple and traditional pattern for our first year. I really wanted to cut a window and make my own stained glass window panes, but I forgot to cut the windows out during the baking phase. I'll have to make a note of it for next year.

Gingerbread House Recipe
from Simply Recipes

Ingredients

• 6 cups all purpose flour
• 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
• 4 teaspoons ground ginger
• 4 teaspoons ground cinnamon
• 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves or allspice
• 1/2 teaspoon salt

• 1 1/2 sticks (12 Tbsp) butter, softened
• 1 1/2 cups packed light brown sugar

• 2 large eggs
• 1 cup dark molasses
• 1 Tbsp water

Make the Gingerbread Dough

1 Whisk together the dry ingredients in a large bowl, set aside.

2 Using an electric mixer, beat on medium speed the butter and brown sugar until fluffy and well blended. Beat in the eggs, molasses and water until well combined.

3 Beat half of the flour mixture into the molasses mixture until well blended and smooth. Stir in the remaining flour. Knead (or use your mixer's dough hook) until well blended. If dough is too soft, add a little more flour.

4 Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and refrigerate at least two hours, preferably overnight. You can make it up to 3 days ahead of time. Let sit at room temperature for at least 10 minutes before rolling out.

Icing Cement Recipe

from Homecooking.about.com

• 2 large egg whites
• 1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar
• 2 teaspoons water
• 3 cups sifted powdered sugar

Icing Cement:
Beat egg whites, cream of tartar, and water until frothy. Blend in sugar on high speed until stiff, 5 to 10 minutes. Use immediately or cover and use within 8 hours.

Yield: about 1-1/2 cups icing (this was just enough for one house.)

Instructions for Constructing Gingerbread House:

from Simply Recipes

This is where it really helps to have more than two hands working on a house, and why making a gingerbread house is so much more fun with company than alone. If you are working on this alone, it may help to grab some canned goods from the pantry and use the cans to help prop up the pieces while the icing mortar is drying.

1 Pick a solid base for your gingerbread house - either a flat cookie sheet, or a thick, sturdy piece of cardboard. If you want, line the base with aluminum foil or wax paper.

2 Pipe a thick line of icing along a short end of one of the side pieces. Press the iced side piece against the edge of either the front or back pieces. Hold in place for a few minutes until the icing is partially set. Repeat with the other side piece. Prop up with cans if necessary. Repeat with the other short edges of the side pieces and the remaining front/back piece. Pipe icing along the seams, inside and outside of the house, to fill in any gaps and to add extra stability. Pipe icing along the edges of the house where it meets the base. Let set for at least an hour before attempting to add the roof pieces.

If any of the gingerbread house pattern pieces breaks, as can happen easily when working with what are essentially cookies, most likely you can repair them. On my house I forgot to cut out the door and window until the front piece had almost completely cooled. When I went to make the cuts, the piece broke. Fortunately, it was easy to mortar back together with royal icing. We even created a "splint" out of cardboard and used royal icing to hold the splint to the piece. Let harden completely before using the piece for the house construction. When it comes time to decorate, you can pipe icing right over the broken seam and no one will be the wiser.

3 Once the royal icing has dried enough so that the base structure is solid, you can go to work on the roof. Pipe icing all along the top edges of the structure, front and back and two sides. The roof pieces are a rectangular shaped. Place the roof pieces so that the long ends of the rectangle are running along the top of the house. It helps if you have two people working together to place the roof pieces on the house at the same time so that they meet easily at the top center, and extend out a little bit, forming an overhang at each end. Gently hold the roof pieces in place for a few minutes until they are set enough so they don't slide off when you remove your hands. Pipe the top seam of the house with extra icing. Let the house stand for at least an hour, and preferably 8 hours before decorating.

Note: If you have pets in your house, keep them away from the gingerbread house during all phases of construction and decorating. Non-gingerbread-house-building-participating adults and children should be informed to keep their hands off the house as well.

4 The chimney. The dimensions of the chimney can be a bit tricky because of the angle of the roof. Although you may have cut your chimney out of a pattern, these small pieces likely have spread a bit through cooking, and you may have to use a chef's knife to cut the pieces and adjust the angles of the pieces so they align better with the roof. It's easiest to assemble the chimney first upside down, separate from the house. Pipe the pieces together with royal icing and let set until stable. Then, turn the chimney right-side-up and attach it to the roof using piped royal icing. You can do this either right after the house has initially set (1 hour after assembly) or later, during the decorating process.

Camping

Franny is a big fan of camping. In the backyard. She learned about the concept of sleeping in tents outdoors in summer school and has been talking about it ever since. Some time in July, Bobby told Franny he would take her camping in the backyard. She started telling everyone she knew that we'd be going camping, neighbors, friends at church, teachers. Then when all those contacts were made aware of the news, she started telling strangers in public bathrooms, Walmart employees, people in elevators. Between Bobby's schedule and the rain, it took a long time to make it happen and the two had their camp-out just last week on a school night! We had fudge stripe S'mores outside with a fire log and invited our next-door neighbor over to join us. As you can see, Sophie loves fudge stripe S'mores. Then Franny put on her PJ's inside and said, "Goodbye Sophie, I'll miss you." Then she said, "Goodnight Mom, I love you," and hurriedly made her way back down to the tent. It was so cute. Sophie and I had our own little sleepover in my room and watched Strawberry Shortcake. I was worried she'd feel left out of Bobby and Franny's father-daughter outing, but she seemed relieved. I think she was scared to sleep outside. The sweetest story from the outing was when Franny sang to Bobby. She was making up songs and noticed him watching her. She put his little hand on her chest and said, "Daddy, am I camping with you?" (Is this really happening?) Then she said, "Did you like my song, Daddy? Do you want me to sing another one for you?" So she made up another song, and then another, and I think it may have been one of Bobby's favorite moments in fatherhood.

Meet me at the fair.

We had a lot of fun this summer that has yet to be blogged so I'm going to try and catch up over the next few weeks. We'll see how it goes.

We splurged and bought season tickets to the fair. We didn't "eat our way through the fair" like we do in Blackfoot when we go to the fair with Grandpa Howard and Nona. The food at our fair just doesn't compare. But the kids had a lot of fun riding the kiddie rides (okay, Franny had a lot of fun riding the rides) and looking at the animals and we all got a kick out of the tiny and cranky old monkey who takes your quarter and puts it in his pocket. I think we gave this monkey a total of five dollars in quarters. We're a bunch of suckers.

During the day they had 4H activities and contests going on and one of those was a turtle race for kids. Sophie and I went with our neighbors Lydia and Amanda and Sophie took first place in the first heat! Because there were so many children, they had three different groups race and then they had the three first place winning turtles race against each other. Well imagine how upset I was when the contestant in the next lane kicked (no, I'm not kidding- KICKED) his turtle into first place. Until that stunt, our turtle was a shoe-in for first place. I looked at the turtle-kicker and said, "I saw that." The mom giggled and said, "Oh, it's all in good fun." Whatever lady. But Sophie didn't seem to mind. She got a cute little participant ribbon and she seemed thrilled about it. I, on the other hand, stewed about it all day, but I'm over it now.

Here's Sophie and I with our turtle (who suffered from major anxiety, I think- which is probably why he ended up being such a great contender); on the right are me and Lydia. We were making a wall with our feet so he'd head straight to the finish line. Sophie is missing as you can see, at this moment I think I was calling her back. Apparently the little turtle-kicking boy I mentioned earlier was actually a girl. Whoops. I had my eye on their turtle the whole time, I guess. Sophie, I'm glad you are such a good sport, but that trophy belonged to us! I swear, I'm really over it. ;)

My favorite memory from this year's fair has to be the awesome prank Bobby and I played. Three years ago, we were walking through the fair and saw this booth selling tacky stickers for your car. One of them said, "Cowboy Butts Drive me Nuts." We thought it was hilarious and decided we could stick it on our friend Phil's car as a joke. Then we saw the price and decided it wasn't worth it. Well, we've talked about that prank we never pulled ever since then and decided that it was definitely worth the splurge. Phil has since moved so we chose our friends Morgan and Jill who just moved back to town for residency. So we left the kids with some friends, and drove over one Sunday evening. We got out of our van and sneaked over to Morgan's truck. We were hoping that by leaving it on his car late Sunday night, he wouldn't see it early the next morning, drive it to work, and leave it in the hospital parking lot all day. So as Bobby is applying the sticker, we hear their dogs barking and voices in the backyard. Oh crap! They were entertaining in their backyard. We took this quick picture and got the heck out of there. It was classic.

Mommy? Where Daddy go?

No doubt about it, we are missing Dr. Fields around here. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. It was wonderful having you around for so long sweetheart. I'll miss all the afternoon games of Sequence and your masterful art of protein-shake making. I just can't make them like you do.

Ouch

I was on my way upstairs this afternoon to wait by the front door for Franny's school bus and the phone rang. It was Kyrsten returning my call and we had just started talking when Bobby said, "Katherine? I need you." I said quietly, "Bobby, I'm on the phone." And then Bobby replied in a commanding voice, "Katherine, I NEED YOU." So I finish walking up the stairs and see him feeling the back of his head with a bloody hand, and a thick trickle of blood coming down his neck and dripping onto the front of his shirt. I quickly got off the phone and thought about what to do. Franny's bus would be arriving in about ten minutes and Sophie was due to wake from her nap anytime after that. Thankfully we have awesome next door neighbors who are always willing to help if they can. My neighbor Amanda gets home from work early on Wednesdays and she happened to be outside, so I asked her to wait for Franny's bus and keep an eye on Sophie so I could rush Bobby to the Emergency Room. I might add that Bobby was amazingly calm during this whole ordeal. No hint of panic or distress in his voice or his body language.

We sat in the waiting room for less than two minutes before we were seen by Bobby's favorite ER doc. Two staples in his head and we were out of there! On the way home we were talking about how nice it was that we didn't have to take the girls with us. I wasn't going to look as they stapled his head shut, but I was curious so I turned around and saw the fourth year medical student following Dr. Elam pointing a staple gun at Bobby's head gangster style and couldn't help but feel grateful that the girls weren't there to see it. I love having good neighbors.

I asked Bobby if it hurt having his head stapled. (He didn't want to waste time getting any medicine to help with the pain.) He said it felt like getting your ears pierced. I said, "How would you know, you've never had your ears pierced!" And just as I said it, a memory started to surface from about 11 years ago. It was all coming back to me when Bobby said, "Yes I have! I let Janelle practice on me when she got that job at Claire's!" I was sharing a room with Janelle, one of my best friends from college, and she had in fact just been hired at Claire's. She was feeling pretty anxious about using an ear-piercing gun and Bobby offered his ear for practice. He wore that earring in his ear for one day before taking it out. I remember he picked me up from my job at the Marriott that day with an earring in his ear. I'll be honest, I'm not crazy about that look on him. Maybe that's why I blocked it out.

Oh, I almost forgot to explain what happened to Bobby. He's been working so hard this week. We're having a garage sale this week and he has been going through every closet and dejunking drawers and organizing everything. It's been really nice. He spent all day organizing the garage and this afternoon he knocked a few rolls of paper towels onto the floor. The floor of the garage was wet, so he bent over to pick them up and when he stood up, he knocked the edger down and it hit him on the head.

There's a first time for everything!

The title of my post seems to be the theme for this past week so I thought I would list off all the new things happening at our house.

Franny's first week of Kindergarten summer school! This girl could not have been happier about getting to go to Kindergarten. For over a month now, she's been telling complete strangers wherever we go, "I'm going to Kindergarten!" Once she called it out across the hospital parking lot to some random person. She loves riding the bus. She informed me at some point last year that she would be riding the bus to school in Kindergarten. So far so good!

Franny walking with purpose to the bus stop. This is a picture of the girls deciding seating arrangements on the bus.

Franny's little friend Lydia who just happens to live next door and just happens to be in Franny's summer school class. Don't you just love when things work out like that?


Sophie's first time wearing panties. It started out awesome- then she got really sick and we backed off. We're hoping to start again this week.

Franny's first swimming lessons. She's loving it. That girl is such a little fish! She just loves to be in the water. Bobby took her to her first lesson on Tuesday and snapped the shot below. I brought her on Thursday and watched with pride as she demonstrated how to do a "head bob" (put your head under water) for one of the new kids starting the class that night. She said, "See, you do it like this!"


My first ride in the green Chevy truck. Bobby and I went on a date last night to celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary and he took me out in style in his new truck. Actually, all of the Fields' girls had their first truck ride this week. I had a lot of fun.


Ooh and I almost forgot- I made grilled pizza for the first time and it was delish! I'm angry with myself for not taking pictures, but I'm sure I'll be making it again.

The Green Chevy Truck

The first time I met Bobby's Dad was in August of 1998 in Laredo, TX. I had flown out to Kansas for a visit with Bobby and his Mom, and we decided to drive down to Texas to visit Larry. He took us for a drive in this 1950 Chevrolet truck. He told me that when Bobby graduated from medical school, he would get this fabulous green truck. Well, Mr. Fields made good on that promise and showed up to support his son at graduation and deliver this fine automobile.



I walked out with hot rollers in my hair to capture the moment.



If the definition of a great gift is something you dream of having but would never buy for yourself, then I'm not sure Larry could have given him a better gift. Well, except for maybe a 2009 Dodge Challenger. Bobby has been following this car since 2006 and he found one on the way to our car after graduation.

I asked him which he was more turned on by, the sexy brunette or the hot car behind her. I'm not sure if I ever got an answer for that one...