Icecream.
Tastes for baby brother.
Dad has to help contain the dripping mess.
Sometimes Superman icecream is an absolute necessity on a hot, humid night.
Best Brothers.
That's what they call each other these days.
And I absolutely love it.
Max always ends up on the top bunk with his best brother.
Always.
And the littlest best brother is my dream sleeper.
Thanks, Jake. I owe ya one.
The nightly neighborhood crew.
Sam and Max try their hardest to keep up with these big boys.
Catchin' air off the sweet bike ramp and slam dunkin' on the Little Tikes hoop are part of their nightly routine.
This was actually a summer morning scene, but I love it.
"What are you guys playing?"
"We're not playing. We're studying bones."
Yes, they want to be just like their dad.
4 comments:
It's official. I need a baby brother next for Noah! I was Oohing and ahhing over this post and showed Matt just about every picture... So so sweet!
OK....you have changed!! What is the deal? Sam is riding his bike over a jump...in flip flops and no helmet?!! I totally LOVE the BEST BROTHER thing! xo
"We're studying bones"? This seriously couldn't be a more perfect statement.
It's true. Time needs to stop. Growing kids make me get all nostalgic and teary eyed.
Oh Lindsay your boys are just too cute! I love Sam sharing the ice cream with Jake and how sweet is that sleeping picture? Glad you guys are enjoying summer!! Oh and what's up with August FIRST? Did it change to year round? That's crazy. Yep, time must stop. That's all there is to it.
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