I picked up my phone recently and found some new pictures. Never too young to master the selfie in his generation.
Helping daddy out in the lath house.
The library continues to hold absolutely no allure for the books. In his eyes it might as well be an indoor park.
Puppy love is strong.
And finally, the best/worst conversation I had with Nolan in July.
Nolan (running into my room well after I tucked him in): Mom! Mom! I need to throw up!
Me: what? what's wrong?
N: I ate my money! I need to throw up!
Me: what are you saying? You swallowed a coin?
N: Yaaaaas! I ate my money and I need to throw up!
Please note, in no way did his stomach hurt, he simply wanted his money back. Jon and I did our due diligence and looked for the coin for a few days (yes, we did that). A couple days in with no luck on operation coin spot we decided to pretend that we had the type of three year old who swallowed a coin and chose not to tell anyone. Ha!
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