Little twinnies

We have friends at church who have a daughter, Emma, just a bit younger than Greta.  Both Bekah (Emma's mom) and I think that Emma and Greta look so much alike!  We have both at different times thought that the other girl was our daughter.  Their little faces have such similar features.

Passing it on

Some of my best friends growing up were my cousins.  It's a crazy thing to see my kids playing with my cousins kids (their second cousins).  There was much giggling coming from these 2 the other day.  So sweet.

4th

I'm waaaay behind on this blog.  We had a relaxing and simple 4th of July.  Jeremy and his girlfriend, Carissa and my parents came over for supper.  Uncle Jer brought a bunch of fireworks that we set off and then we watched a bunch from our yard after dark.  Oh, how I love summer holidays!!!

Josiah was hugging my dad and saying, "My Paw-paw!!"  Love it.

Sweet Morgan picked both the raspberries and blueberries for these pies and then made them herself!!  She was so proud of these pies.  And they tasted amazing!  Blurry iPod pic, sorry.

I love seeing the friendship develop between these 2

Look-a-like

I think Aaron looks like a mini of my dad in these pictures.  I love it!

Child Labor

Cows

My friend/babysitter convinced me that we should dress up for customer appreciation day at Chick-Fil-A and get free lunch.

You may notice that a few of my children are missing.  Claudia was in Boston on a trip with our church, though she would have been all into it.  Aaron has his father's blood through and through.  Steve's perspective on dressing up as a cow: "I'll pay the $7 and get my chicken, thank you."  Aaron did not want to dress up so I gave him the option of hanging out with Grandma.  He chose grandma.

Taken

I have a love/hate relationship with my children snitching my camera and taking pictures without my knowing.

I'm not even sure who took these.  I love Greta and Josiah together on the bed.  They lay there and listen to books on CD from the library.

Totally caught in the act.  They know they are not supposed to do this, but often do anyway.  They climb up our headboard and jump off.