Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Anders, Anders, Anders

Oh Anderson, you looked so easy and peaceful two years ago!  Now you stomp, stomp, stomp around the house making such a ruckus.  Yesterday for dinner, Holly prepared chicken gyros.  I grilled the chicken (the easy, relaxing part) and she prepped the rest.  The boys enjoyed it, even Anderson, but Anderson also spilled his water twice, insisted on standing on his chair instead of sitting, and when he saw he was out of ice cubes in his water, went fishing with his fist in my glass for some, which he plunk, plunk, plunk, dropped in his own glass.  Anders, you were certainly more peaceful to deal with in the photo above, but we still love you.

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