I opened a huge box of picture frames over the weekend. They were a gift (sort of) from my uncle, who was in the process of getting rid of stuff. They were frames my grandfather's sister had once owned. There were two pictures of her that I think we will hang in the house. Something of a tie.
On top of the box was a little tiny rifle gun. I gave it to Daniel. Who promptly stuck it in his mouth and pretended it was a trumpet and ran around my house playing it at the top of his lungs. Oh I love that kid.
He asked me this week "what do you call yourself?" well it depends on the day I guess.
Aaron is huge! He can roll and soon he will be talking and it is just gonna get loud!
