Miles calls root beer "Daddy Juice" because his daddy likes it so much. He was especially excited to slurp down this special stuff.
This is my niece Claire. Or course she is the cutest little thing I have seen--big blue eyes, gorgeous dark hair, cute chubby cheeks. Well, she doesn't like me at all the little stinker-whenever I hold her or try to touch her she screams and you can tell from this expression she's not all too pleased to see me.
Here is Syd with mom and dad on her big day. I can't believe she is eight already. Syd is such a cool kid, always happy, polite, helpful, kind of crazy, a total tomboy she always does her own thing and we all love her for it! Congratulations on your baptism Syd.
This picture deserves it's own post, but I'll try to sum it up. Miles gets sick every time we go visit my parents! Why--who knows, any ideas? He acts very tired, says his legs hurt, gets a fever of 103, pukes, takes a nap and wakes up pale faced and all talkative. It has happened the last three times we have visited. He gets so hot and sick and then he talks his head off about the tractors in the field, the little piggies on his feet, and all the new colors he learned while sleeping off his fever. We are going up next weekend for a reunion--I'm taking a thermometer, IB, Tylenol, and a puke bucket with Miles name on it just to keep at Grandma's.
Oh, and this time he puked all over Mindy! She was a great sport and declared him her barf buddy.
2 comments:
look how short your baby counter is getting! exciting!
Yep, Miles and I have bonded now. When I see him next weekend, I want to hold the bucket when I hold him!
Thanks for coming up this weekend. It was good to have you here, barf and all. :)
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