Gonna be quite a day here.
It’s my oldest kid’s last night as a 9 year old, and before bed he wanted to read his little bro a bedtime story. Aw.
“I counted to eleven,” says the five year old.
This guy is six!
My tender hearted kindergartner is making sure the backyard trees won’t be weighed down by too much snow.
I have to think at least a few passersby wondered why it looked like his campaign was so focused on chimneys and stoves.
When it's fall, you have to drop leaves on your own head.
Social distancing means we won’t be stopping by the neighbors in person for now, so we’re using sidewalk chalk to say hi to anyone who walks by.
Four year old says he can’t go to school today.
The four year old is giving kisses to the last bite of his doughnut before he eats it. He's saying, “I will miss you in my tummy.”