The Goodbyes Begin

Yeah. It's five days today. I feel like Grover in There's a Monster at the End of this Book, where he does everything to prevent the reader from finishing the story.

No real fancy writing today. Just pictures I want to see over and over these next two years.

Like saying goodbye to his older sister . . .

. . . and screwing around with the guys. Do you ever wish that a picture was in focus, and keep it regardless? That's this one . . . some warped version of "hear no evil, see no evil speak no evil," but I'm too tired to come up with a clever rendition. Any takers?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree with these two sons of ours.

It took quite a while for them to all suck it up and pose like respectable men.

I can't believe they won't all be together again, acting crazy and annoying me with their antics, for two more years. Why are years so long anyway? Why do I love them so much? They're such stinkers.

When it was time to take Heidi to the airport, these four decided that the drive needed to be big kids only. Here's another blurry shot that I desperately wish was in focus.

And when did Lily all of a sudden become one of the big kids?

These four should be playing Pokemon and fighting over who gets to play with Baby Lily. Now they're all grown up and stuff.

Now if you will please excuse me, I need to go wipe the snot and tears from my face.

Five days.

Whoa.