Somedays I'm not sure what I should admit to ...

Like ... would you admit that you gave birth to this goofball? The getup looks sort of lady like. The Pepsi could pass for a torch. Voi etta! Must have just a wee bit of his goofy dad in him.

And then there is this one. The obstacle course at this Carnival included a rope thing that she couldn't manage. So they allowed her to ROLL down the muddy hill instead. I shudder to think where those clothes went. 'Cuz I don't think I've seen them since then.

Then there are those 2 yahoos. Note the ones who seem to be supervising the construction here. The brown/white stripe sweathshirt and the red sweatshirt. I'm betting that we could almost count the number of times they've actually held a hammer in their hands. Brown/white stripe Brock was put on the winning team tho'.

They were the quickest to build a chair, haul him across the field and have him still sitting in it with the chair holding his weight. Congrats!

Then there's the other one. This is our rent a child. He's up here hanging out for a bit. I think he's acclimated since he came. He said our house was cold when he came. Today he had his sweatshirt off ... I think. So this kid is tall. He has stretched like a weed since I last saw him. 6'2" with size 13 shoes. Stilll he braved it to play the high heel race game. Gotta love a challenge.

That was our Friday evening ... how was yours?