this crazy cat jumps 4 feet in the air and hangs on our door with his claws when hudson hasn’t fed him fast enough. it’s disaster on the paint job, and scares a person half to death if you happen to be walking by the door at the right ( or should i say wrong) moment
the boys’ favorite park
crusin’ with grandma (cool sunglasses included)
sunny stacking books up for me to read to her.
one little two little indians (i *might* have been pretty proud of myself for this school craft)
and i bet you thought indians were expressionless
i think the rules must change when you become a grandma, because i sure didn’t get candies this big as a kid…. unless you count the time that dad rewarded us for being able to do 50 sit-ups in a minute