it's hard for me to believe that this is hanna. she looks like she is 14 years old. i start getting crabby when i think about her being old enough to go to high school and such...but by the time she goes to bed at night, i'm usually at ease. there is something about a 6 year old wearing sponge bob jammies and wanting me to read bedtime stories that makes me think everything is okey dokey.
this is tyson, he's 5, and he looks like it. he wears incredibles jammies and runs around like dash to prove he is worthy of them.
this is pooper, not yet 5 months. his real name is elijah oliver. no, we are not choking him in this photo, it's his car-seat straps. he messes with them, and anything else he can get his sticky, cute, little, fat fingers on. the mrs fed him prunes earlier today. i'm hoping that they won't have the same effect on infants as they do the elderly....
this is our new home. the kids have driven us to the poor house, only in a bizarre twist, our poor house drives us.(many, many thanks to whomever actually owns this priceless, rusty little bit of comedy. my hat is off to you. this gave our little family much joy and mirth while looking for a parking spot in the cwe.)
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