When I was 5 years old and in kindergarten (in Arco, Idaho with my mom, brothers and sister) my father was a long-haul trucker down in New Mexico. One day I learned how to cross the monkey bars without falling down. I was so excited that when I got home from school, I made a tape recording for my dad and I said to him with complete confidence "I can do the monkeys-bars all the way now, daddy. I love you, bring home a turantula."
My bigger boys are monkey-ers. Eric is classically trained minus grace, Timo is leaning more on the side of tumbling and falling. Either way it's a-dor-able.
These two are quickly becoming...
best of buddies!
These two are quickly becoming...
weirder by the day!
2 comments:
I like your new look. And yes, it's true, Timo is getting weirder by the day.
Thank you, thank you!
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