Jameson was in rare form that day. This is one of the few moments where he wasn't running, screaming, pulling, pushing, jumping, falling, banging, bumping, knocking, eating, hiding, finding, lifting, dropping, touching, squealing, laughing, crying, kissing, hugging, squeezing, biting, climbing, crawling, sliding or slipping.
Patty the Great presiding. She doesn't seem to rule with quite the iron fist that I remembered. Suddenly, everything now seems to be cleanable, fixable, replaceable or inevitable.
Jameson and Tucker discussing the finer points of modern aeronautics. It was evident this day that Jameson is in dire need of a playmate his age.
Here are my two lucky charms and further proof that I am Irish Catholic. Are you guys ready for another brother or sister? (Or both?)
Here is cousin Andersen making full use of his newfound teeth.
Awww, you're so cute. You're more than welcome to devour that soccer ball.