Happy Birthday, Grandma Brusven!

In honor of your birthday, we held a wrapping paper parade. One of the most enjoyable things about the boys' current age is never knowing what joy and entertainment they'll find in the most basic of items.

Are you ready, Aiden?

Let's go!




Pausing to check to see how sturdy the wall is.


Aiden practicing his foot skills. Have to get ready to take Cousin Jordan on in soccer.


One little guy is all it takes for this parade to continue.





The boys also managed to get their hands on the phones. Now they just need to learn how to call Grandpa and Grandma. (Actually, Mama gladly handed them over to distract Reid from his non-stop wailing session. I think he has some molars that are giving him fits. The Tylenol finally kicked in and he was much happier. This time I wised up and cleared out the caller ID to keep them from calling anyone.)

Maybe if we yell loud enough, she'll hear us anyway. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRANDMA! We love you!