On May 22, Jeremy turned the big 3-3
(as Anden calls it! We haven't reached the 30s in his counting repertoire)
And for dessert...
I could just gobble him up in one bite!
On May 22, Jeremy turned the big 3-3
(as Anden calls it! We haven't reached the 30s in his counting repertoire)
And for dessert...
I could just gobble him up in one bite!
It's a dangerous place here.
Enter at your own risk.
Somehow only the 1980s baby swing survived.
I would have preferred it been crushed too.
Jeremy's Uncle Tony has superior craftsmanship skills and has openly mocked Jeremy's "attempt" at building a tree fort. (However by our standards, it was superb!) So luckily for us, Uncle Tony was the first spring visitor to the cabin this year. He was beyond thrilled to text Jeremy and report that the extreme levels of winter snow/wind had knocked down an entire tree....which happened to fall RIGHT ON TOP of the tree fort. He kindly and lovingly added that is was "smashed to smithereens". I had to admit, I busted up laughing. And while Jer licked his manly wounds, I secretly asked for some pictures to be sent my way for the blog! :-)
The Gigantic Weapon Mother Nature Invoked
RIP Tree Fort.
The kids sure did have fun the ONE time they used you.
Oh and Finders Keepers.
We're making Uncle Tony rebuild you this time!
He just doesn't know it yet.
And yes, Jeremy had to go back out to the car to grab any random toys that would temporarily entertain Taylee. I'm sure the upper class Scottsdale businessmen sitting next to us thoroughly enjoyed Taylee's "Potty Book" proudly being displayed.
