Have Moustache - Will Travel

Earlier this month, Reagan put on his cowboy finest for his school's annual Western Day lunch and performance. I am sad this is his last year for Western Day, but have a feeling that Ryan will not disappoint next year...

He passed on the matching vest and bandanna, but insisted on a moustache.

He sang his cowboy heart out. I was so proud!

Reagan's class and Kindergarten singing "I'm an Old Cowhand". Yes, that is George Strait to Reagan's left.

Amy, Door. Door, Amy.

Nothing says welcome to your new home quite like a hardy finger-in-the-front-door slamming. (The only upside to the injury is that my usually bony witch finger is so swollen, it almost looks like a normal person finger. With a purple finger nail, of course.)

Worth the Wait

We are finally in the new house and couldn't be happier. Here are the guys enjoying a picnic after nine long months without a backyard.

Tag

My friend Amy tagged me - here are the rules:

1. Open your 1st photo folder.

2. Scroll to the 10th picture.

3. Post the photo and the story behind it.

4. Tag 5 or more people.

Here's what I got:

This picture was taken December 26, 2006. Reagan had just turned two. It was bedtime and he and John were wrestling, tickling, and laughing. Love that Reagan is wearing his warm and fuzzy glow-in-the-dark dinosaur pajamas and sporting his beloved "pat-pat". Sweet memories!