Phone dump

This past summer, our Sunday school class, which started with about five people ten years ago and has since, through visitors and marriage and babies, grown to over seventy, held a party on church grounds. The guys set up a massive slip and slide for the kids.

Trey, usually a wallflower, jumped right in and really enjoyed himself.

Aden had a blast too.

Ham.

Then came Pastor Clif, being all things to all people.

Enjoying the first football game of the season from Daddy's VIP spot on the track. Daddy's a very big fish in a pretty small pond, and buddy, we reap the benefits!

Top-of-the-ferris-wheel selfie at the county fair. I refuse to have anything to do with selfie stick ridiculousness, so of course you can't tell we are at the top of the ferris wheel. But we are.

New rule of grandparenting: on your birthday, buy your grandkids a present. And so Poppop did. And so we had target practice in the house late one night using clear plastic cups as targets. These really are great guns, with scopes and everything. Thanks, Poppop!

These boys really, really love to paint. No idea where that came from. Of course boredom helps too, as this was smack in the middle of this year's non-exploration season.

I made Christmas cookies in September. Why? Because I can. And you know what? The boys thought it was scandalous and awesome. And those cookies were dern good. Living life, y'all.

Now that Aden is too old for the nursery/preschool hallway at church, Brandon has some extra help running the sound for church. Training them up in the way they should go.

Just a few memories I didn't want to let slip away. ♥