So I went to a writer's conference last weekend and Russ went camping this past weekend. Which means a Whole Lotta Crazy around here.
Dad's out there take note: When I have been gone for two days Russ starts to send me adorable pictures of our children. It's my call to come home!
*I thought I had the wonky picture problem solved. Obviously I do not. I'll keep trying.*
I have approximately 500 pictures of the littles reading together like this. It turns me into an ooey-gooey mess of a mommy!
Yes that is my son. In flip-flops and shorts riding a horse bare-backed. Why do you ask?