He's a goalie for his soccer team so he didn't have to do the running on the field on this hot day. Did I say it was hot? We've been complaining about the cold for so long, it actually felt good to warm the bones. But it was hot. Really.
Michael had the best seat in the house on daddy's shoulders.
Then we drove back to this side of the state for Elizabeth's birthday party. She's seven! We're all kind of pinching ourselves on that one. It was 88 degrees Saturday, see how flushed she looks?
We all better learn to watch out when these two put their heads together.
Since last week Michael got his first hair cut! The curls are gone and he looks like such a big boy.
Happy Birthday, Elizabeth!
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