Our pit-stop at Buc-ee's, the best gas station ever.
Gray wasn't loving the bear.
Nate was.
We dropped Nate off at Grandmommy and Granddaddy's after Buc-ee's.
I miss my brother so much I can't get out of bed.
There is no one to play football with.
Can we please go get Nate?
The laundry basket wasn't much fun. Maybe the dog will play with me.
Maybe not.
Puh-lease?
Nate's home!
Let's dance!
Should they dance on the coffee table? Probably not, but sometimes I give up on things that aren't life threatening. --------------------------
Totally unrelated to the above story, but utterly adorable:
mmmm...carrots, cheese, pears, and milk.
Why yes, that is cheese in my hair.
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