Kyle's squish face

Kyle makes this really funny squish face when he thinks he is being really funny. It took us forever to catch him in action. This one is from before he got his teeth, so now he looks even better when he does it. He sure does make me laugh.

Monkey Jams

Here are a few of what Luke calls "Monkey Jams" along with his favorite frog from Grandma Phillips. I can't believe how big they are getting.

Kyle's funny face

We thought this was a really funny face that Kyle was making. Enjoy!

A few of Kyle walking

Kyle has learned to walk! We tried to get better "action" shots, but he just never performs on command...so here are the best we could get. He gets so proud of himself when he gets to where he is going. It is funny to watch him look for you to smile at him when he has reached his goal. Now, if we could just get brother to stop knocking him over, we should be smooth sailing from now on.

A shout out to Scott

Before I finish the summer pictures, I need to post the best birthday cake ever. Scott, this cake's for you. Connie and I had a great laugh over what can only be described as a "Mr. Poop Cake". Thank you, Target, for creating the ugliest cake I have ever seen.

Time to brag on Kyle

Kyle sure did love the camping, too. He wanted to eat every piece of dirt and stick and rock that he could get his hands on...needless to say, he spent most of his time on the lap of someone. Here are a few of him enjoying the beauty of King's Canyon.

Luke and the River

Luke loved to throw rocks in the river. Aside from hanging with the dog and the "cousins", he would ask to throw rocks in the river every morning, noon, and night. In fact, he still thinks that what we do at any body of water. I am amazed at what can entertain him....for hours on end. I sure do love this boy!

More Kings Canyon

SO- I know it has been like a million months since I started posting Kings Canyon stuff and I am just going to bite the bullet and keep on posting like it hasn't been so long since the last one...So here is one of Luke and my brother-in-law's dog, Rosco. I swear sometimes Luke thinks he is a dog. The whole time camping, he would wake up and want to go say good morning to Rosco. I guess living with our three dogs made him think they were his family, too.