The last time that I posted weekly portraits of the boys was week 30.
But according to Dr. Google, it is the 38th week of the year. I am a serious slacker.
So to make up for it, here are five pictures of each of my children (which, to be fair, still leaves us two weeks short.) Ah me. I'm not perfect, I guess. If only for this, I probably would be. But I made this mistake and it's a big one.
Okay. Whatever. I know you don't even want to read this babbling, right? So here are pictures of my children. They are cute. I love them. Those pictures at the top? They melt me.
Grey has spent a lot of his time writing journal entries, letters, and lists of people he loves. To be fair, all of those things are basically a confusing jumble of letters.
I don't remember exactly what's happening in this photo, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with him insisting on wearing Saltwaters instead of Keens on his hike and then being unable to climb up a very steep hill with Micah. It's fun to say "I told you so" to children, because they take it really well.
Micah got a frisbee in his face. In true photographer style, I requested "Can I take a picture of you?" seconds after it happened. He actually stopped crying, said yes! and was excited to look at this very pathetic picture. Yes, he tried to look extra pathetic for the picture. He's his mother's child after all. Also, yes. I'm covered in blood.
Micah helped me make peach jam, and was a very helpful chopper. I love as they get older, their "helping" is starting to actually be helpful!
Just reading to himself. Which sounds like this, "Book, Book, Duck Book. Baaaa, Neigh, Duck, Duck, Doggie (panting) Book, Baaaa, Meow, Duck."
He's so good at reading, I could explode.