No, not houses, unfortunately. 

                                    Blog sites.  

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that is all.

 http://web.me.com/jmhoyt/Hoyt_Ohana/Home/Home.html

It's a SHE!!!???

The time has come!  Our little Gal arrived Sunday, June 21st.  Best Fathers Day gift Jared will ever get from me!

8 lbs.

21 in.

11:00 a.m.

See here for more info and pics. 

The only thing on my agenda is BABY.  So, I feel bored, lots of the time.  Since BABy is afraid to come out and face me, which by this point it should be very afraid, I've had to fill my time with the stuffs I've wanted to do for a while...which isn't bad, I guess. (as I sob and sulk and throw myself a pity party.)

I've created a new blog site, one that will be easier to post and upload pictures too.  I'm still learning all the coolness about it, so it's rough but it's where the HOYT HAPPENINGS will be published from this day, hence forward. 

In case you are one of the very few who read my other blogs, they will continue where they are.

TODAY, I FEEL LIKE THIS...

...BECAUSE I WANT TO BE DOING THIS, AND I'M NOT.

SO I CAN DO THIS AGAIN.

COME ON ALREADY. 

 I'VE DONE MY TIME, NOW RELEASE ME FROM THIS PRISON.

A celebration of Brothers.

The past week our family celebrated our brothers.  My brother left on his Mission and Jared's brother, Jason, who's been on his mission for 10 years now, was remembered. 

Jared had a guys weekend of golf to 

commemorate his brother who passed away 10 years ago.  

It's always a special time when we remember Jason.

Jared and Jason shared friends throughout their lives so all of Jared's college buddies are also Jason's buddies.  They invited the women folk and their children to participate in a memorial evening where we stuffed ourselves, laughed and cried.

Here are the guys.  

They made T-shirts with Jason's mission picture.  

a.k.a. his mug shot.

Here is some of Jared's family with Jason's mission president.

It was a great time to remember a great guy.  I never met him (of course, that would make me 13 years old if I were to ever have met him) but I feel so lucky to be part of a family who had such an outstanding son.  I could say "at least that is what I am told" but I can feel the awe and respect these men have for Jason when they talk about him.  He left a legacy that inspires all who knew him to stand a little taller.  

Thanks guys for letting me be a part of this special night.  You, as Jared's friends and brothers, are the third greatest thing that ever happened to him! ;)  He loves, respects and is grateful for each of you in his life.

(there I go putting words in his mouth, but I am pretty sure he does feel this way.)

A bowling Adieu.

Kevin Mo, he is my Bro.  He left on his mish to a place I hardly know.  

Geneva, Switzerland, French speakin. (europe here I come...in 2 years)

Although the pictures hardly proove so, we went bowling at Fat Cats, 

where we put on quite a show.

and now I'm done rhyming. 

Basically, we had a fun, crazy kind of time.

Zee Elderrrr heemzelf. (Note my French accent)

You say, wow!  Big family.  I say Wow, the family is starting to get big.

The end.

Numero four.

ANOTHER YEAR? 

Goodness.  With this chick, however, four doesn't seem old enough.

As always on birthdays, what ever she says goes.

No pictures of her choice activity, which was Chuck E. Cheeses

 with her cousin Tate.  They had fun while 

Mom and Dad said, "Great. Now that we know what it's like, we never have to do it again." 

Choice dinner meal:  Ice cream.  

Happy Birthday, live it up!

Notice the red nightgown (large T-shirt) in the above picture.  

Notice the new, pink nightgown in the below picture.

She was happy about that, and so was I.  Much more decent.

Plus, so much blood, sweat and 'aarrgghhs' went into the making 

of that pink perfection.

The birthday singing and cake celebration went down at the Farm.

It came, it went, we loved it.   On to the next one.

Thank you everyone who helped make it memorable!

Spring Chickens anyone?

Lucky Us!

Their arrival came to the Post-office just in time for Easter.  

Believe you me, the came in this little tiny box, some-at around ~23~ of them.

Kaia got to go with Tutu to pick them up.  She was Ex-cite-ed!  She held one on her lap the whole car ride home.  And yes, the aftermath left poop on her pants.  

Poor little frightened chick.

I couldn't believe they came in this cargo.  If I was an animal rights activist...

Oh but those kids, they loved it.  And so did I.

Jason did pretty well not to squeeze the insides out of the poor unfortunates 

selected for him to momentarily love.

Note:  They grow F-A-S-T.  And they S-T-I-N-K!

A day at the Farm...

My Parents live on a farm.  We La La La-ve to visit.  For probably the same reasons too:  Free reign, and no worries.  Here are just some of the things we do.

My Mom says every animal there from chicken to dog, eats the cat food.  Well Mother dear, add one more animal to that list.  I ALWAYS find him here...chompin away.

I like to help out with the work where I can.  It gives me something to do...when I want it.

Today we planted a looong row of onions and a looong row of garlic.  About 300 each. 

I know, a lot, but they sell shares in the gardening so we plant a lot for a lot of people.

Today

WE HAD FUN.

BBQ LOVER

Hmm...maybe he was still hungry...

But wait.  There are still fries on his plate.

He just likes the taste of that BBQ sauce!

Sometimes when it's real quiet...

I start the investigation.

No kids in sight. 

 I head for the ever alluring pantry door.

I find it closed...

but I'm not fooled.

Surprise! 

 That is, I surprise them.  

Their actions don't surprise me.

Jason is immediately all smiles while 

Kaia knows what's really in store later.

Little Rascals.

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