Happy Birthday, Mom!
And thanks for babysitting on your anniversary so that we could enjoy ours, you're the best!

"I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius."

HaPPy bIrtHdAy, DAD!!!!
I love you.

For those of you wondering about the medals, they are from swimming--look out Michael Phelps-- (& I think maybe a couple of track events--I'm the one that's going senile) at the Senior Olympics.

Yesterday, Josh had his hands full.
It was time to take the three little pigs to get tagged and weighed.
Not only did he have to pack the piggies in the trailer, he had to pack all five kiddos in the truck. I hear it was an exciting morning, unfortunately the scale broke so he will be doing it all over again in the near future.
I might be around to help the next time.
Where was I during this adventure?
I had a nice morning spent at the high school.
I was asked to judge cheerleading tryouts.
It is much more fun to be behind the judging table than in front!
When I arrived home, shortly after noon, Josh was sprawled on the couch.
He was tired after wrestling all those critters, the ones with curly tails, and the ones without.



~post script~
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