This morning, I had to:
1. get George to give back the pill bottles he found,
2. take a "cute" picture of Luke at his request (he posed for this), and
3. try to find my daughter in her bed.
This weekend, we also went out to the Italian Inn. It is an old local restaurant where the wait staff sings. It is so fun, but hardly ever crowded. One of my college friends got engaged there. We always have a good time, but as you can see, Lindsey was not impressed.
Luke is a ham. He loves to have his picture taken and then look at it. Anytime I have the camera out, he wants his picture taken. So when I went to take a picture of George . . .
He ran up to have his picture taken too . . .