Rescue Mission

As of this morning Sammy (the tortoise) still hadn't emerged from hibernation. Considering it's been in the high 90s, it was starting to make me pretty nervous. Debbie, (Veronica's mother-in-law) who works for Game and Fish, said we should try and dig around as much as possible under the shed where he'd burrowed.I get out of all hard labor now that I'm quite pregnant, so Jess got to come home from work, eat dinner, and go straight to digging. He probably spent an hour and a half out there, and he finally found him. He could see his shell, so he reached in there and nudged him a little, but nothing happened. We were sure he was a goner. But eventually Jess dug in there far enough and realized he was wedged tightly in the dirt. His burrow must have collapsed on him. He actually had to use a car jack to lift the shed higher for more digging room so he could pry Sammy's shell free from the dirt. He seems okay, and hissed at Jess right away.

So we cleaned him off some and let him soak a while. Then he cruised all over the yard with the kids following him closely and chanting "MARCH! MARCH!" Jess is his hero and Cason is his bodyguard. He followed him around all night, telling me "Sammy. CUTE!" and yelling at Gia anytime she went too close. "NO NO GIA. NO."
Yes, I'm well aware of how healthy and awesome our grass looks. If you need ANY tips at all on caring for your lawn, we're here.

Granny Bob also stopped by during all the commotion with some new clothes for them. Cason preferred to go around in only a pullup at the time, but Paige modeled hers proudly, and it's one of the cutest shirts on her ever.