thank you Jesus for beer

Dad and I are pretty proud of your praying skills Jack. You intertwine your fingers, close your eyes and bow your head to pray before dinner. You have been doing this for months and it has evolved well. Recently, you were thanking Jesus for each thing on the table and you said, " and thank you Jesus for daddy's beer." We laughed and looked at each other and I just wanted to share it. You are both too cute for words.

Right when I typed that there was a crash- Charlie you just knocked over a huge wagon of toys and now you are working on a Rubik's cube-- genius. Also- hey genius- you are still not letting me sleep. I still love you, but not as much between 2-5am. :)

Gramma and Papa and Madison are on their way here right now from Arizona because I am having a surgery on my eye tomorrow. I am having a growth removed called a pterygium. My dad, grampa had one too-- I hope neither of you have one!

Love you boys! You make every waking moment ( of which there are more now than ever!) worth my time!