Morning at the park.
Little boy attacks are just as good as hugs.
Weekend hike with my favorite men.
I decided it had been long enough since the last time I took pictures with my boys.
I grabbed my tripod and a blanket and yelled for my boys to come outside with me.
Then I started grabbing, tickling, and talking to my little men.
When will I ever learn not to tell my boys they can attack me?
I want them to see picture time as special time with me.
It does not mean stop playing and smile at the camera.
It means come here and let me show you how much I love you.
I love them for the rough little boys they are.
Read more about a movement going on to get mom’s in front of the camera at the Anderson Family blog!
We have attended Rocket’s Over Rhema for several years.
It is held by our church so I figure we really should go!
We do not usually stay for the whole thing but we do go to the patriotic tribute in the beginning.
Our Pastor’s, Pastor Kenneth Hagin and Lynette.
There are live concerts going on outside.
This is the churches Axis Youth Band.
My boys were a little excited we bought them cotton candy.
I made sure it tasted okay for them.
It is the kind of parent I am.
I always go the extra mile…
My youngest lost his balloon minutes after getting it.
It took a little bit to get the lower lip to go back in.
I kept going on and on about how his balloon was flying so high.
What finally sold it was when I made up a story about a bird finding it and trying to figure out what it was.
It is an amazing event, although a little bit crowded for my taste.
If you like fireworks and the excitement of big crowds, this is the perfect event for you!