My little boys are so darned much fun. They are a constantly changing bunch of surprises. Having raised boys, I thought I'd seen in all. But the mind plays tricks and luckily makes it possible to forget! In the meantime, my grandsons are cracking me up:
Brady was in trouble and had to sit on the Time Out bench. Doesn't he look miserable?
This is Jude, 6:00 a.m., complete with backpack and binoculars, checking to see if Ada is awake yet.
When Drew spots a puddle there's no stopping until we can get IN it. I have to admit I'm a sucker for puddles, as well -
Brady wanted his picture taken while going in reverse on the little 4-wheeler. He explained later that he can't go backwards AND smile at the same time:)
Happiness is one puddle, two boys, two sticks. Nuff said.
BUG!!! I love this picture.
Jude can go backward, forward and through the daffodils while smiling!
Yesterday there were 2 ladybugs swimming in my coffee. There was also one little guilty face peeking out from behind the chair. I provided the expected response, but truly, there's nothing like a couple of little arachnids (?) to give you a morning kicker.