Heartbreakers and Cookie Icing

I'm sure you don't really care to see near repeat pictures of the kids as you saw last post, but my husband has admitted that he misses us during our week-long vacation away from him, so I feel I need to show him what he's missing.

Plus Jack has really got it goin' on in a couple shots, and you all need to experience that.

Oh, except in this first picture. He was just mad here.

All right, this next picture needs some explanation. The boys are just getting old enough to understand the concept of wrestling, and sometimes they do it with wild abandon. This afternoon they jumped on each other, tossed one another around, chased each other, and just generally whooped it up. They hardly stayed still; thus the poor photo quality. And so you know, they did a great job of avoiding their sister, who desperately wants to join her brothers but just isn't quite big enough yet.

Here is Charlotte again, sitting pretty in her ruffly swimsuit.

Baylor takes his juice and cookie break quite seriously. Shoot, I would, too--we don't get juice and cookie breaks at our house. When you're surrounded by your grandmother, great-grandmother, and great-aunt, things are different.

Here's the aforementioned series called Jack Being a Heartbreaker.

(Those aren't bruises. Those are chalk marks and the remnants of cookie filling.)

Oh, my.

What you don't know about this seemingly sweet shot (of Jack graciously handing Baylor a cookie--the perfect picture of sharing) is that it's all deception. Jack licked the icing out of his cookie and then handed Baylor the sticky remnant. Thanks, brother. You're a pal.

Happy summer!