Our sweet Asher is seven! He told his sister today, "Your brother is not a little boy anymore. He is growing into a young man." He later questioned me, "If I ask Winter and she says it's o.k., then can I call her butt-brain?" Growing up is little steps forward and little steps back, I suppose.
We had the Nottingham family out from Indiana to celebrate with us. They all slept at our new place, fourteen people total...all sleeping in beds! We all journeyed downtown to a Cardinals game minus the two-and-under crowd. Sorry no pictures.
We had the Nottingham family out from Indiana to celebrate with us. They all slept at our new place, fourteen people total...all sleeping in beds! We all journeyed downtown to a Cardinals game minus the two-and-under crowd. Sorry no pictures.
Emma trying out our popular rope swing. It is a campus favorite.
New skate board and armor (as Asher refers to it). This picture is not a testimony to his skill level.
We invited all the neighborhood ninjas to celebrate.
We made our first ever pinata.
The exploding volcano cake!
It is easy to draw a crowd of kids any Saturday afternoon on a seminary campus.
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