Just to prove that we do do some things outside of running together, going to the gym, visiting family and friends, and terrorizing the cat. Like play in oatmeal boxes:
Doing the Tom Brady... "you want me to throw that to him?"
Kevs borrows little d's scarf when the frigid Kron air gets to be too chilly for his liking.
Then while Mr. D is home... this happens. So... not my fault.
When he's with me he is just gangstah. Or in onesies so I can oggle his chunky legs.
All in all.. life has been good. We are only months away from having a place to call our own but in the meantime we are having a great time hanging out with Abbie and Grandpa and Daddoo.