I caught this little rockhound with his makeshift rockhammer pounding away at a specimen from 'The Collection'. Geology must be genetic. Hope he also inherits an understanding of physics and groundwater, which his Daddy will assure you did NOT come from his Mommy.
Harris started asking to dye eggs two weeks before Easter. We even dyed the cracked ones, since Elliott felt they should be dunked into the dye with great force. Pete didn't appreciate the Easter "crown".
The boys got all spiffy in their new Nana-made outfits and Elliott and Pete were christened at church on 3/29. We had a great lunch at our house afterward, even with misspelled names on cake. That night, I overheard Harris saying "praise the Lord" in the bathtub. He was, of couse, rebaptizing Elliott.