Except maybe play a little piano...
And work on our stunt horse (uh...giraffe?) riding...
Be strung up by your ankles by the aunties...
And eat a popsicle (or two hundred) with Mamoo. (The hooligans always know Mamoo has popsicles and gum).
The hooligans partied hard with their aunties, as you can tell by Tirzah's hair, and had a great wrestling match (reminiscent of Nacho Libre, complete with cliff dive) with PawPaw. (Disclaimer: No babies were actually put into any ovens, and that oven wasn't on. But aunties occasionally get out of hand, you know.)We are headed into what will be another chaotic week, filled with school and foster care training and capped off with shooting a wedding on Saturday. I'm kinda tired just thinking about the week to come. So I won't. I'm just going to go finish screaming at the football game...which is yet another way we love to relax around here. Hope everyone survives Monday! ;)







2 comments:
eh, we like to throw our babies away in the trash around here. Ovens, trashcans... its all the same thing :)
Fun shots.. Sound like a perfect weekend with lots going on. :)
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