A little cousinly merriment was going on. I interfered with my camera so we can always remember this evening of ‘relative’ fun. This side of Keli’s yard was all pink and purdy; a lot of Prince and Princess role playing going on.
Bizzy is all eyes. All big, brown, beautiful eyes.
So is Kiara.
We don’t see our Washington kinfolk enough, no way.
The other side of the yard was all about strategy and targets.
I’m not sure what game this one is. It would appear to involve wings, which would make sense since his daddy-o is a pilot.
I am about to be shot in cold blood by my own nephew, Liam. The photographer must risk much to get the best images.
Owen decides how best to proceed with his turn at backyard golf.
Didn’t anyone teach him not to rough-house with things in your mouth? Whose kid is that, anyway?
