It was a lovely post-Christmas week.
Kirsten is good. She played board games and had so much fun with her nieces and her little sisters before she had to head home to Florida.
Little Franky was so sweet all week. He was a pure pleasure.
Checking out Barbieland:
Whoops, Maria!
Tired Franky:
Today was a little guy's sixth birthday and they hosted a party at the Fieldhouse. It was a great--so cold out, but in the Fieldhouse, pleasantly cool. The kids ran and jumped in bounce houses and played football.
We laughed again about how the bounce houses have directions on the side that mention, "No Pets, and No Silly String."
???
Who would even consider such a thing? Don't take your guinea pig in there. Goodness.
They served lunch in the conference room. I joked it was like a real estate closing with very, very tiny clients.
Mr. Six.
Six is like the pinnacle of birthdays--everything about being six aligns with this kind of festivity.
Cousins were there!
There you go, Sweet Buddy! So happy to have been at your birthday party today and looking forward to the other party on New Year's Eve.
You are truly just the best guy, a one-of-a-kind tender sweetheart. Even in your punk moments we just love you like crazy.
Happy Birthday, You.
The whole family is better with you.
Love forever, Grandma and Grandpa and Everybody
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