Sunday afternoon I asked Nate and Ben to make lunch for Jonny and Sarah. A couple minutes later a horrific smell started drifting down the hallway. I walked down into the kitchen and the smell was so strong I started to gag. Here are my four children enjoying sardines, and pickled herring on tortilla chips.
When we told our 3 young boys that we would be leaving their home in Denver, and moving to small town Montana their only question was, "Will there be Sushi there?" After arriving here I have come to quickly realize that there are a lot more little quirks to deal with than just a lack of Sushi choices. I hope this might be entertaining for anyone who wants to take a peek at the ups and downs of living in small town Montana.