Yes, I made that word up. Phlog is not a word. Actually, come to think of it, it might actually be a term these days. Seems like most words that don't seem real are actually words that people know by heart. But I'm not hip to the text/internet lingo. So for your enjoyment, I have some photos to share. I have been slacking in that department, I must admit. So kick back and enjoy the phlog.
We got to go to my parents' house for Memorial Day and my mom's Daisies fill the whole front yard. The kids had a blast picking them.
Alex and Wesley really are great buddies. But I'm still not sure Wesley is diggin' the whole hug scene. He's still gettin' used to crazy Alex with his lack of respect for personal space.
This is funny. Alex loves this video about firetrucks that we check out constantly at the library. So one day he decided to get dressed in his fire gear. He has on a fire hat, fire coat, fire boots, and fire gloves. He told me this as he put each item on. He searched, but couldn't mangage to find a fire mask.
We got to enjoy the three day weekend with a little 'fishing' with my Mom and Dad. Actually, there was no fishing for me or the kids. I wanted to, but chasing them around and herding them away from the constant attempts to jump in the water kept me too busy. But my parents caught some good catfish (sorry you weren't there Ben).Alex and Grandpa
Abby and Grandma
A moment of future torture, forever captured on film. One day I will bring this photo out to torture them when they are older. Cute though, eh?
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