I forgot to post these pictures from the 4th of July. They're glorious.
The following series chronicles the interaction between my two youngest nephews, affectionately known as Big-Little (Christian) and Little-Little (Carter). None of it was staged.
"You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the color of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire." Anna Akhmatova
6 comments:
Oh for the days of youth.
Please. You boys STILL do that crap.
I've always been baffled by the wrestle/roughhouse gene.
I was talking about the capes.
Oooohhh...
Please. You boys STILL do that crap.
I'm totally wearing a cape the first time I meet you.
I dare you.
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