I want to remember that I bring Claude up to Charlie's loft bed every morning, to wake him up for school. And what good buddies they have become in the last year. And that Charlie liked wearing his hair long in 4th grade.
And that Mike likes to eat the same thing for breakfast, every single morning. Which in a way is a good thing, I wouldn't want to have to make him eggs and bacon every day. Because I probably wouldn't, anyway.
I am just trying to get the hang of putting photos in my blog, so bear with the bad graphic design while I work through this.
And really, I promise not to bring up again this whole idea of taking twelve pictures every month and making an amazing scrapbook for your family. Really. Seriously. Cross my heart.
(but it IS a really good idea....)