The first thing Kimball does every morning is investigate the garbage to see what goodies Lance and I ate the night before once the kids are in bed. The evidence is usually in the garbage and Kimball usually wonders where it went. Just because it's garbage doesn't mean he won't lick the last few drops of ice cream.
Ah, a cold wintry day after church. He still wants to play in the mud and dirt despite the weather, this boy needs a back yard so desperately.
Cheese-it and chocolate milk with bubbles, anyone?
My little Charlie Chaplain girl.
This is what three year old boys do with their peanut butter and jelly sandwich; they ball it up and try to bounce it on the floor. That was fun cleaning up. But look at those innocent eyes!