Just three people on a bench wearing black shirts, no big deal.
Whoops, we lost Colin.
zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Nothing runs a like a Deere.
Apparently cameras were everywhere. I mean where is that blue flower looking anyway? Darn paparazzi.
That, my friends, is a cow's behind. The black shirts went in for a little cow touching.
Dad and me helped Grandma and Grandpa move in July. This was the first time anybody ate at this new table. No word on if I messed it up.
Who falls asleep while eating a waffle?
With all the toys now in the new toybox, the backyard has just come to life.
Maybe you noticed this smiling face in the new top of the page thingy.
The kid I was playing with kept hitting it into that hole. I didn't like it.
Sunday picnics are probably about over for the summer. But who knows, maybe we'll get back out there. How could we not?
Who wants to be cooped up? We went out. We are happy because we got full bellies.
Holy cow, a train. And we rode it!!!
When riding trains it is important to appear serious when you're waving to the crowd. Presidential even.
Like I said, we rode that train. And it made us happy.
Suckers for both of us. How wonderful. There was also dancing to random music. We did it all.
Here's what's funny about this. This goofball could not have been frowning any bigger about going home. Get out the camera to take a pic and this is what you get.
