sweets

when we got back, we took our kids (3 of the 4 -- G wanted to bring 2 other friends along -- one of whom we're not a big fan of but alas we weren't able to all fit in the big boat a.k.a. the suburban) our for some ice cream. In the car, T asked if he was one of our kids.

We said ~ you love The Girl and The Boy like a big brother and take care of them like one. They love you like you were their big brother so if you want the job, you're one of our kids. easy as pie.






any idea where the kids get their goofy-ness from?


Grandpa and his Little Man.