We went to Maine. It was fun whirlwind weekend trip. Uncle Adam was surprised. Casa Rathbun enjoyed our unique brand of craziness. Kasper loved the snow. Unfortunately, we got The Plague and so did half of the people we visited. Ah, the joys of traveling with kids.
Becky took awesome photos. I'll let them speak for themselves. There are more at WoodfordNorth. (did I say more - I meant LOTS more. Aunt Becky loves us. And we love her back.)
I know. More updates, more photos, I hear it from Mema and I hear it from others. I'll do my best to improve output.
Grandchild #9 and grandchild #12 are getting warmed up and ready to put their cuteness on display for Grammie & Grampy when they arrive Saturday (keep your fingers crossed for good flying weather). Kasper is a pro, so he's giving Emmett some tips.
Well, it's not Bourbon St, but we had a good time anyway. Kasper wanted to wear all the beads but grudging agreed that Emmett needed some for the photos. It feels like New Orleans here today, 65 degrees before 11am.
To really appreciate this photo, you need the soundtrack. Of course, a slice of King Cake and a hurricane from Pat O's wouldn't hurt either.
We've got another chatty one on our hands. Don't look at me - I've got no idea where my kids get it. There was that one time that my camp counselor voted me "Most Likely to Convince Anyone That White is Black and Black is White" but it's difficult to believe that it's hardwired in my genes.
Grammie found these awesome Sugarloaf sweaters at a craft show. Kasper asked to wear his today. When I asked why, he told me, "I wanna look stylish." Job well done!
Why is it the end of December feels like going through the spin cycle in the dryer? If that wasn't enough to slow our blogging, the card reader on our last surviving computer had a run-in with a juice spritzer. Not good.
So, here's a boatload of photos to make up for lost time!
