It is a dream to live next to the Verbitsky's. They have children our sons age. On days like this we spend the whole day together between homes.
Ethan and winter interest.
PJ and Ryan
What a doll!
The perfect spot for a friendship bridge.
Where has the time gone? If you want to make a grown woman cry just remind her of the days when her children where babies. Pictured here is Ethan Micheal, my youngest. The one who torpedoed through the birth canal in less than two hours. He's excited about life. Here he sits in a dress shirt, a half eaten brownie from the night before, a comb to spiffy up for the first day of preschool which also happens to be picture day and a cup with his given name on it. In the cup is not ordinary water but Pellegrino, the preferred gas water of his birth place. To the right are potted daffodils that Ethan planted two weeks ago with his brother A. He looks so mature to me. No more diapers and ready for preschool. Time sure does fly. 
Never too old for Pup Pup or snuggles with dad.
...little brother copied his lead.
