Pretense

Man on Tramp Action

The night of all of the swingin', the whole family was outside. 

Even Junie-girl.  

We enjoyed one another's company, watching the kids swing with their Dad (HI, BROCK!), and a fire. 

And until I saw this shot, I forgot there were s'mores.

I know mere s'mores don't explain the watch.

But this should.

While Jenna (HI, BOO!) and Motown Philly (HI, PHIL!) egged him on, Tom executed jump after jump for me. (HI, TOMMY! I'm still dizzy from watching you do these.)

Just so I could get this shot.

God bless boys who understand that fun is how you make it.

Good on ya, Tommy.

Nice Buns

Just A Swingin'

As the weather warms up, we're all outside more often.

These are the days that make living in the frozen-freaking-tundra worth it ten times over.

No one understands this more than children.

Specifically, my nephews.

One of the sweetest of pleasures is when we can be outside as the sun goes down.

Especially if it's outside and on the swing set.

Gavin, for example, finds it exhilarating.

Nolan agrees.

Being a Dad, Brock has fun, but in a more Dad-like fashion. 

By making sure everybody else is having fun. 

And keeping an eye on everybody at once. 

Like this sweet little nugget of a boy, for example.

We still don't know who was keeping an eye on Auntie Jenna. 

 In the next post, you'll see what Uncle Tom was up to.

For now, let's just say that kid is CRAZY flexible.

See you back here soon!