What we've been up to

this weekend. Picture style.

I like to call this one,

"Why is mom making me stand out in a bunch of weeds? And how long do I have to stay here?"

And this one,

"There are over a hundred of these spilled in the trunk that will promptly be sucked up by the super-vacuum at the car wash tomorrow morning."

I like to call this one,

"chubby 2 year old with cheeto face and a really bad haircut."

and this one,

"please tell my mommy there are these things called "swim diapers". Thank you."

and this one,

"View from a really cool cabin."

and this one,

"Really cool cabin."

and this one I like to call,

"The really cool cabin's really cool and long deck."

and this one:

"I eat sand."

and this one:

"also, my daddy's shoulder."

and this one:

"hehehe."

I like to call this one:

"The niece who I owe big time for entertaining my homeboys. And homegirl."

and this one:

"yes my 2nd toe is shorter than my big toe. And that's the way it should be."

And I like to call this one:

"you'll shoot yer eye out, kid."

(He did. n't.)

And this one:

"the foosball championships that left all the men sweaty and sounded like an elephant stampede".

And finally:

"children frolicking/this is picture #20, and it's 20 too many."

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