With all the nice spring weather (crazy huh?) we've had there has been plenty of time for playing outside and going on bike rides. Ok, so we've only taken two bike rides.
While coming up with something delightful to say about our new sand table this conversation just took place....
Grady: Why are you talking to Dad?
Mom: Because I love him.
Grady: Well you don't just talk to somebody when you love them....you kiss them. So go kiss him if you love him.
The Water Boy. Obviously I am just starting because my shirt appears to be dry.
As you may have read below we all got sick. Just when we all got better, my babysitter got sick so I got to spend a day with Dad.
Sand is pretty much the greatest thing to play with and surprisingly cheap. I think we should just turn the whole yard into a beach.
Sliding is awesome. I give it a thumbs up.
Me, sick.
Me, sick.
Sink or float is sweeping the nation. On this night, everything floated.
The Boy Scouts of America learned a hard lesson this past weekend. Turns out when you reserve a campsite, you've got to actually put your money down. Apparently, "Plan B" was to camp very near our back yard. And by very near, we mean there may very well have been a tent stake across the line.
On Mother's Day, it's fair to say that these boys love their mom very much.
And there she is...the best Mom.
This guy.
With all the nice spring weather (crazy huh?) we've had there has been plenty of time for playing outside and going on bike rides. Ok, so we've only taken two bike rides.
While coming up with something delightful to say about our new sand table this conversation just took place....
The Water Boy. Obviously I am just starting because my shirt appears to be dry.
As you may have read below we all got sick. Just when we all got better, my babysitter got sick so I got to spend a day with Dad.
Sand is pretty much the greatest thing to play with and surprisingly cheap. I think we should just turn the whole yard into a beach.
Me, sick.
Me, sick.
Sink or float is sweeping the nation. On this night, everything floated.
The Boy Scouts of America learned a hard lesson this past weekend. Turns out when you reserve a campsite, you've got to actually put your money down. Apparently, "Plan B" was to camp very near our back yard. And by very near, we mean there may very well have been a tent stake across the line.
Know what happens when you get sick on your birthday? You get two parties. It's been a little bit hectic around here lately, what with all the puking, but we finally got it all together...and I got to celebrate two weekends in a row.
This was my cake. I'm a hammer and screwdriver man so those are my favorite parts. For your reference, I did not really eat any.
For party #2, this was the posse.
If we learned anything it was that Grady should probably not grow facial hair and dye it these colors. Oh wait, that's cake.
Party #1 was also a smashing success, except for I made at least half the people there sick. Word is that Grandma Cheri did not get sick though, which is good. Dad, however, may never recover (he's kind of pathetic).
Mom and Dad gave me this on my birthday, which now seems like ages ago. That, incidentally, was the last time I touched this.