Although I'm still pretending that I didn't actually miss Meghan's wedding, my sister sent me some pics which brought me right back to reality. Here's the fam enjoying the fresh mountain air with the beautiful bride.
Nice glasses, Court.
Last night Michael told me the most ridiculous story. There was a day in his life that he declared that he could eat infinity chicken wings. He went to a restaurant to do so and ate about sixty of them and then the restaurant ran out of wings. They brought him an apology hamburger which he also ate.
We found M on the floor of his room the other day- he'd fallen asleep during "quiet time". A took care of that real fast.
Ugh, I could just eat those chunky thighs.
I could keep that little guy busy all day with the washing machine. Hopefully he's just as enthusiastic about actually doing the laundry one day.
Every summer at the street fests in Chicago there's inevitably a vendor selling these wood Chicago flags and every time we get this close to buying one but they are always a little more than we want to spend. So I finally decided to just go garbage picking and find myself a pallet. Cleaned it, banged it up, painted it, hung it, done.