The Mighty Stuber Brood

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Patric was home all of about four hours, one Sunday afternoon.

We had just discovered the bucket pool.

We had just moved.

Daddy was away.

But we shared our suckers.

It rained.

A lot.

But we didn't let it stop us.

Safe to say it was hot.

Safe to say we were tired.

This was the morning of our 18 month visit to the pediatrician.

No idea why I remember this.

because it wasn't a charming time.

But if anyone else remembers, that red hoe there caused a lot of problems later in the afternoon.

Um, pretty sure I was still walking dead at this point.

Interesting, the cousin on the left has her driver's permit now...