Ridiculously busy the last few weeks. I’ve moved houses, injured myself in a way I refuse to talk about, and had my identity stolen. That’s just a few of the high lights.
Last night my sister writes me to tell me her six year old has taken on an English accent and is getting quite good at impersonating my husband. I asked if she could imitate that face he makes too - but she had to hang up before she answered. Her youngest was being attacked by dinosaurs.

The photos of the day were taken at a family get together a few months back. A terribly handsome young lad (Not the one being eaten by dinosaurs) I like to call ‘G’. His likes are Timberland Boots, his daddy, and Beyonce. In no particular order.