Our front porch. We’ve had some fun with this skeleton this year.
Can’t believe we’d never been here.
What happens when you refuse to nap and then drive to a birthday party.
Without fail, they stop to wait for us at the end of each block, to hold hands when we cross the street. 🤯
Oh yeah, we are now in THE ZONE for the Thinkery.
Grandad’s under there somewhere.