To someone who doesn't know any better these pictures just look like the typical older sibling/baby pictures. Okay, well, maybe they are just that. BUT this moment is pretty monumental in our house. You see, Mack does NOT like to get close to Whitman, and until this moment, absolutely refused getting his picture taken with him. This, fingers crossed, is the turning point. 

 It's not that Mack hated Whitman, he actually was quite indifferent to the kid. I think it was a mixture of being a little skeptical of this new baby, mixed with his personal space issues (which he inherited from his mom) that made him go street rat crazy whenever we tried to attempt these pictures. So as you can see, this is clearly a big deal. 

 I love these boys. 

We moved last month and it has been a whirlwind of craziness.  I am so scatterbrained and I hate that feeling.  So in an attempt to sort through the last few months, here are some old pictures of our doings. 

 Mack mowing the lawn with Daddy. A weekly ritual. 

 Whitman growing cuter by the day, sitting in his favorite Monkey Chair. 

 This picture is from the 4th of July. This year our 4th was pretty low key. Very low key actually. My sister Deanna, brother in law Michael, and their two kids came over and had homemade pizza with us in the evening. When they left we all went for a dip in the pool, and then Mack and Cody sat on the roof and watch nearby fireworks. Mack was in heaven and kept telling Cody. "I love you Daddy. This is fun Daddy." over and over again. Very Cute. Me and Whit had patriotic pandora going (I bet you didn't even know that existed... but it definitely does, and it's amazing.. on the 4th anyway). Such a fun relaxing day. 

Like I said we all went for a dip. clothing optional. ... for Mack, not me and Cody, that would be strange. We are not a nudist family.