All of us anticipating the arrival of a weekend and dad.
Stop by the taqueria and bouncy castle after preschool, park, and t-ball.
No makeup remains (not much there to start). Mark's missing a button. Scott not pleased with the camera. June's traded in her bow for a plantain smears.
Within moments they've all traded places: the sad one happy, the calm crazy, the silly tearful.
A shabby, shifting, sweet sort of poetry to this tumbling time of life.
1 comment:
I love your babies! This is a great picture. (I like action shots) Also! Mom says you are coming to look for houses in May? How great!
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