We've got a bit of trouble around here.
I guess things can get a little crazy at basketball even when they play at 6am. Poor guy, got an elbow to the face, 2 stitches. Good thing we did all that kissing in Vegas and good thing one of the dr.'s in town plays and took him in so he wouldn't be late for school. The picture doesn't really do it justice and it actually swelled up bigger than this, but somebody didn't want another picture. What a blog pooper.
And James, sweet crazy out of control James. I was helping Alli the other morning for all of 3 seconds and I come and find this. Terrible picture, not sure why my flash went off, but...All 12 of the eggs on the counter and not one broken. He's so proud of himself. I guess he wanted eggs for breakfast.