Who are these two craz-azy guys? I dunno, but they like them some Barack!
Wyatt and Cousin Abby and Wyatt enjoying snacks at Lake Wawasee.

You wanna piece a me? didn't know there was a goodfella in the family....

she gets it from her brother. (that is his finger getting ready to poke her in the eye.)

But just two seconds before they were being so cute. He was feeding her and she was laughing. I can here all of the parents of older kids thinking right now, 'get used to it.'

Totally awesome rainbow (actually, a double rainbow) over our house after a bad storm a few weeks ago. and yes, the sky really was that color. wierd green yellow.

Bernie playing outside in the grass, which she loves. she also likes to eat clovers. I keep meaning to call dr. amy's office and see if that is ok. if so, have at it kid!
Bernie and her cousin Tatum, who is three days older. They were having fun playing together although Bernie kept trying to take Tate's toys. That's ok, he was pulling her hair.
We stopped by to visit Unlce Sean at the Fire House. Wyatt loves to sit in the trucks. We had to keep reminding him they aren't toys. While we were there Sean got a call and we watched him jump into the truck and pull away. Wyatt's face was priceless--what a hero!

Uncle Sean, Aunt Courtney, Bubba and the kids in front of the truck.

We went to see an Indianapolis Indians game, too. the kids loved it. wyatt found a friend to rassle with and that kept both of them busy for a few hours.
Uncle sean let him get tattoos....one on the arm and one on the forehead. Nice, the next day we were heading down to Bloomington for Uncle Charley's funeral ceremonies. Good thing the tats wore off.

Bernie playing outside in the grass, which she loves. she also likes to eat clovers. I keep meaning to call dr. amy's office and see if that is ok. if so, have at it kid!
Bernie and her cousin Tatum, who is three days older. They were having fun playing together although Bernie kept trying to take Tate's toys. That's ok, he was pulling her hair.
We stopped by to visit Unlce Sean at the Fire House. Wyatt loves to sit in the trucks. We had to keep reminding him they aren't toys. While we were there Sean got a call and we watched him jump into the truck and pull away. Wyatt's face was priceless--what a hero!
Uncle Sean, Aunt Courtney, Bubba and the kids in front of the truck.

We went to see an Indianapolis Indians game, too. the kids loved it. wyatt found a friend to rassle with and that kept both of them busy for a few hours.
Uncle sean let him get tattoos....one on the arm and one on the forehead. Nice, the next day we were heading down to Bloomington for Uncle Charley's funeral ceremonies. Good thing the tats wore off.






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