Boys, boys, boys....
The story goes like this: When my sweet Momma started her family she prayed for five boys. After four girls though, (and obviously reaching perfection with the youngest, me. ) she finally gave up... She always said God had a sense of humor! Now my Poppa on the other hand, is a lucky man! (Or at least we try to convince him that he is.) But now that my sisters are all grown up and starting families of their own... He's finally getting some boys. But were I honest with you I'd say I don't mind these boys at all; no not one bit. :) Collin pulling off his best Abercrombie impression. Shmigley Wrigley. One of my favorite dogs (and boys!) in the world. The Boys! Okay so this one is my favorite of the day. Kelly how could you like this you might say. Why are you man handling your poor nephew? But oh, don't let his dramatic looks deceive you; I assure you we were having a great time...