This is my youngest son - when he was a little screamin' brat.
He knew how to play and he knew how to get filthy.
He could also fall asleep at the drop of a hat!
When I see those "fainting goats" - they remind me of him.
In the picture above, I was making dinner and when I turned around -
there he was.
If you look in his hand, you'll see he's holding the car keys,
that the entire family was looking for!
At least there was a little rug on this floor.
By the way, his bed was right behind his head.
Finally, something soft!
As he got older, he didn't get quite as dirty, but he still fell asleep
anywhere and everywhere.
This was our porch.
After playing baseball.
He was supposed to get undressed and take a bath -
He got one jacket sleeve off.
He was supposed to put his folded laundry away.
He was supposed to be moving things into his room, at our new house.
(At least the pillow made it in.)
He was supposed to be helping me hang my paintings, for an art exhibit.
I love this picture and just had to include it. :)
Here is my oldest son in the hospital, admiring his adorable, newborn niece -
While the youngest one found yet another place to lay his weary head.
But the BEST one is yet to come!
Wait for it... ... ...
How is that even possible?!!
Now he has a houseful of screamin' brats himself -
And he's lucky if he gets a five-minute nap ANYWHERE!!
But where has the time gone??!! ~~
Signing off for now,