Today we popped dinner in the oven and jetted off to this gorgeous place which just so happens to be a mere five minutes from our house. Lily, you insisted on bringing the binoculars and it doesn't even matter to you that one of the eye pieces is completely busted, all you really need is to be able to see out of one of them anyway, right? Wes, you've got so much pizazz and spunk these days, we're all dying with laughter... except Lily, who is having a hard time getting you to do every single thing she says, and she doesn't love that. Your newest greeting is "helllloooo poopy pants!" and then you flash that grin and even if I'm boiling mad at you, I can't help but laugh. You've got my number, kid.
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