Uncle Andy's down for a visit this weekend from Colorado and the boys couldn't be happier. I think somehow August knows that the balance of power is fully in the men's camp at this point. Maybe he smells the change since everything is smoked; the back ribs, the insanely stinky backwoods cigars, the ham that got plopped into the pot of drunken beans, the Jameson's (the brothers like to celebrate being brothers and Kris is on spring beak after all), even mama's wine has a nice oaky flavor.
In any case, the boy is out of his mind with happy. He gleefully backs into position between uncle Andy's legs to have him read stories to him, loved rolling around in the trench dirt this morning as the guys buried the conduit from the shed to the house (it had been hidden under the porch but since the remodel it's been al fresco) and loves playing big bouncy ball soccer on the porch with his new leggy teammate. We may have to keep uncle bro here for good.
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Thanks for taking the time to send these Raquel--we're loving every one of them--as usual, August looks like he's grown by leaps and bounds--looks like he's finally gotten enough hair to comb it to the side and soooooooooooo many teeth--all the better to eat ribs with, right?!?:-)
Have a fun rest of your time together with Andy!
Hugs,
Mom and Dad
Grams and Gramps
xoxooxoxo
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