Played catch with our 9 year old tonight - relishing the final days of an unfinished basement. After a repeated lack of spiral on my part, Elliot casually informed me of Payton’s method - which involves fake-elbowing your brother, raising your arm, and flicking a booger off of your hand. It works! We presume he learned that move from his new favorite read - posted above.
A work in progress. Highly addictive to mess with the chord structuring. It doesn’t sound good, mind you - but it is definitely fun.
Happy Birthday!!!
Found myself yet again hooked on flickr last night and couldn’t sleep. Went out to the car for my purse at 4am and thought I might as well take a picture so as to document how horrendous the South Dakota winter is right now… although, the photo does not seem to reflect the slap-you-in-your-face cold that was reality.
Generally speaking, this is the most cautious one year old we have ever laid our eyes on. Dual ear infections and incessant screaming must have had him so out of his mind, that the dude frenetically upped and climbed out of his crib shortly before these photos. Typically he opts to toss every single item out and scream for it afterward… Looks like he threw himself in that line-up.
The mattress now rests on its lowest notch.
