Sunday stroll through the Cherokee Marsh.
Piercen is sick, again. | Post-dessert (s'mores) joy. If you look close you can see his new little tightywhities.
Hello sunshine and warm temps, welcome back the Midwest! We've missed you so!
Luther has started potty-training, somewhat of his own accord, so that's been interesting. We got him some Car and Thomas the Tank Engine tightywhites that are much too big for his little bum (smallest is a size 4 because . . . ?), and reward him with M&Ms, a toy truck, and lavish praise for every successful trip to the bathroom.
Piercen has taken ill again, so he's at home resting up and using the time to do job search stuff. We were just discussing what a weight off our shoulders it will be when he has a position secured. All in God's time.