Patrick's home from camp. Couldn't be happier about this. I'm not cut out to be a single parent. Really, I have a huge admiration for all you single parents out there.
Last night I took Andrew to my hometown for the annual Watermelon Thump. We only live 20 min from where I grew up so it's not like it was a huge undertaking, but still, I would've never attempted it if my parents and my sister and her husband hadn't met us there. Thank goodness for family.
Sorry, the pictures kind of jump around. I figure life won't end if they're out of order.
Yep, he's pretending to shoot bad guys. No, I don't want any comments. He's a boy. We live in Texas. Nuff' said.
Just to balance out the whole gun thing. He has a sensitive side. He picked the pink car. He was the first kid on the ride. He could've had any car he wanted, but he picked pink. Real men drive pink cars.
We had a fun week, but are glad Patrick's home and life is back to normal.
And I'm sure we'll be Thumpin' more this weekend.
And I'm sure we'll be Thumpin' more this weekend.
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