How silly is that? Yet it happens more often than not. So I, like the aforementioned Parker, am throwing responsibility to the wind and posting whatever pops into my head.
In this case, it's pictures!
Tell me that's not the cutest kid in the world. Go ahead--just try. Meanwhile, I'm causing my hand to phase in and out of existence. I'm a magic!
It's Born Dancin', just over 15 months. A bunch of you have not seen her in a long time. She's talking, melting hearts, and walking. As evidence, I offer the following:
Though this may be a rare sighting of Cindy Lou Who.
Meanwhile, the boys at 5 have sprouted into the gangly, long-legged creatures you see here:
They just started preschool and are showing predilictions of being their father's children. The other day, when I asked Poncho if his shirt was on backward, he pulled out the neck, looked down, and exclaimed, "I see no tag!" On a recent camping trip, after visiting a little general store that didn't have what we needed, he asked, "Did it prove too small?" His current ambition when he grows up? To be a knight.
That's my boy.
Here is Poncho, in all his glory:
Meanwhile, Denver also continues to amuse and amaze with his strange made-up songs (he wants to be a guitarist) and his consistently employed fake laugh. When presented with a belated birthday gift from the great-grandparents, he actually exclaimed wholeheartedly, "Boy oh boy! I'm gonna like this!" It was like standing in an episode of The Little Rascals.
Amidst all the birthday parties, school functions, the new semester starting at school (almost a month and a half ago now--sheesh), family hijinks, and revising my draft on Slater's orders (for which I am ever grateful), it's been nutty.
I'll attempt to be more postful when I can. Until then, one more image of cuteness to tide you over:
Two words: En-joy.
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