Playing in the street

The boys are getting over back-to-back colds, with four days of fever for Reid, so the past several days have been reeeaaaalllly whiny around here... and I'm not just talking about the babies.

I'm still trying to catch up from the whirlwind that was December and the first week of January, so please accept my apologies for this post that's nearly a month late. My mom and Morgan came over on Dec. 30 and we took advantage of the pretty weather -- seriously, is Houston just going to skip winter altogether this year?? -- and played outside for a while. 

You might notice Grant's busted lip and Reid's semi-black eye. The busted lip came from a fall, and the eye injury from when Grant pulled a box of baby wipes off Susan's coffee table onto Reid's face. They're all boy; what can I say?

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{Grant L, Reid R}

{Daddy & Grant}

{Aunt Momo with Grant (L) and Reid (R)}

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{Grant towing Reid}

{Aunt Momo and Grant}

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This next one kills me... Grant with his eyes closed, letting the wind blow through his hair. I mean, who does the kid think he is??

Every now and then I'll get lucky and snag a picture that brings me untold amounts of joy. This next one definitely qualifies. 

Love these sweet brothers and their innocence! Lord, help me to remember just how precious they are, even when the going gets tough.