That's the base of the pull-up bar. Gabey loves standing inside it. Can never resist a chance to step up or over anything.
Pizza box taped to a tree in the yard: Redneck target practice. We're very pretentious people. The embodiment of class. We also make a habit of parking the car on the lawn, six feet from the front door. I'm fixin' to make an addition to our yard scape, perhaps some sort of broken appliance or soiled mattress... Maybe a cat pee couch, circa 1982, tossed somewhere beside the porch. Everyone's got dreams.
"I cannot be forced to endure this!"
Can you read your children's thoughts through the backs of their heads too?
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Love the Pics!! we miss you guys!!
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