The Worm is learning to hit pitched balls instead of using the tee.
"Johnny Bench, you've got nothing on me," says the Pear as he holds six balls.
My baby isn't a baby anymore! Look how huge he looks in the crib now. And yes, he still chews on that blanket.
Pretty girl after a day at school.
We're soaking up every last bit of summer.
Sibling love.
As I mentioned in the last post, Michael is all about cheesing for the camera. (Notice another big ol' bruise on his head. This one involved the front door, 98-pound Champ and a cement step...)
Hee hee - I love this picture.
The men.
Check out that sunset! In my mind, 8 o'clock is about the perfect time for the sun to go down.
Alright, off to bed!
Until next time,
Mommy Kel
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