That is the name of our little escape from suburbia, which is now finally complete. You can't help to "pause" when your there; to slow down and take a deep breath of life. And for the "bear" part of that title -- well, that is what we saw running across the driveway last week. So I am watching the children a little closer now and have nicknamed the older ones, "Bear Bait #1, #2, and #3" - references which make them a little nervous.
There has been several requests for pictures, so here you go:
The front, complete with a buck-shaped tire swing:
The front porch where we have our quick-draw shoot-outs. March forward 10 paces, turn and fire. Our choice of ammunition - marshmallows.
Sadie often turns from cowboy to gangster and shoots her dad point blank:
The Great Room:
One of the bedrooms:
The arena for killer chess tournaments:
For all of the cooking I am still not doing (I always declare kitchen amnesty for the first 3 months postpartum):
For all of the cooking I am still not doing (I always declare kitchen amnesty for the first 3 months postpartum):
Star gazing - it looks just a little different out there: