In February, we managed to get these punks all under the same roof for a few days together. No small feat considering they normally reside in three different states. I think we weren't really sure how they'd all take to each other at these ages, but it turned out to be a blast. Especially for the four older boys.
Zee, however, could sometimes be found sitting on this same fireplace, alone, head turning back and forth, as if at a tennis match, taking in all the boy-blowby-blur. But, goodness...what a good time.
The sheer volume of new toys, specifically cowboy parafernalia, made Boo's head explode. It took a bit of convincing to get him to put down the stick-horse, handcuffs, pistol, holster and cowboy hat/boots/belt when it was time to leave. I think I know what Santa should leave under the tree this year, no?
And many thanks to Aunty KT for the superfun superhero shirts!
