
Just a cute picture of Everett.

That would be SUGAR.

These last two pictures of Everett and Brock were taken by Joaquin while I was out running some errands. Joaquin told me he was in the front room and then he realized the boys hadn't been making any noise for a couple of minutes, which we all know is bad news. He got up to find two little boys swimming in sugar they found in the lazy susan. I wasn't there but I was so glad he took pictures for me. Little stinkers.

Here is just a random picture of Fred I took. We never talk much about him now that we have kids. However he is still around and doing well. Our neighbors hate him as always and the boys love him as always. Brock likes to pull on his hair and Everett likes him to lick his fingers. Gross.

Just a funny picture of Brock.

Now to Valentine's Day. The Martineau family came to visit us the weekend of V-Day. Joaquin of course had to work but the day before, while Serena and Kyle were here, offered to watch our boys while we went to a dinner and movie. It was really nice of them and it was even nicer to get to spend sometime away together. When we got home, Serena surprised us and cleaned our whole bedroom and laid out some silk rose pedals. We both thought that was super nice of her to do. Especially since, I'm the most unorganized person in this world and she organized it for me. Thanks Serena beana.

Okay, so this is not the best picture of Everett or I but I was trying to get a shot of Everett's shirt. Becky sent us a care package in the mail for Valentine's day with the cutest little mail box, socks and chocolate for me, shirts for the boys that say "Certified Heart Breaker" (SO CUTE.) And a little Valentine's day game for us to play. It was so sweet of her and we loved our little package but I didn't do a very good job of taking this picture did I?

Austin eating bacon.

The twins

Will and Lucas having some pancakes for Valentine's Day breakfast.
1 comment:
Love the V day pancakes, shirts and sugar pics! Little trouble makers- but so cute!
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