M.O.M.M.Y. Mother of Many Montana Young

Hunting

My hubby and Trenton are venturing out for their second try at hunting this weekend.  Grandpa LeRoy got home from Ohio at midnight last night and they were determined to get up early this morning and go.

I was awakend at 5:12 a.m. because Martin forgot to turn on his alarm, so I hear  Grandpa hollering upstairs to see if Martin is coming.  (They were supposed to leave at 5 a.m.)  I quickly try to console Lillie, who is also awakened by the rucous, but it was too late.  The ball was rolling..I gently asked Martin to shut off the light in our closet as he  headed out, so maybe we would have a chance at another hour of sleep, and he kisses us goodbye and heads down the stairs.  Unfortunately, he trips at the bottom  of the steps over a pile of stuff I had left there the night before. He was none too happy when I tore out of bed (awaking Lillie again) to see what happened. 

Perhaps, a nice elk or deer might work to ward off the memory of this crazy morning???  We shall see...