Boys and cars. Isn't that the title of a novel? Paul took the boys down to Phoenix on Saturday night to a Monster Truck show where they enjoyed lots of loud noise and plenty of testoterone. Maxwell woke up the following morning screaming due to a nightmare of the snake truck. Despite the bad dream, he is already begging to got back. Paul said he is taking the girls next year, but I think I'll stay back. I get plenty of thrills from completing a new scrapbook page. |
4 comments:
How fun that you started a blog. I love it! I can't stop laughing after reading Wickman's story of the lost suit.
What great "guy fun"...looks like they had a blast. My boys would love that!
You've made one grandmother very very happy. I'm going to be one of those that looks everyday and even if there are no new pictures, I'll just relish the old ones. Love and miss you. Mom
Maxwell's picture is the perfect epitome of happiness! It looks like the boys had a blast - next year I'll stay behind with you while the boys go down...scrapbooking is always fun.
Isn't bloggin' the coolest??? I'm so glad you submitted!
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