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The Whole Fam Damily

There was a reunion whilst we were camping (and by we, I mean they)(and by they I mean The Captain and the boy because Peanut and I stayed at Great Gramma's). It was Papa and Gramma's 60th anniversary and all the kids, grandkids, great grandkids and the one and only great great grandkid came to help celebrate. Enjoy all that is midwestern, familial and fun:

Monkey Boy, Me, Puffy (my BIL), Fluffy (my SIL), my MIL, The Captain, my FIL, Tonya and Pedro Juan (my BIL) with Echo in front and McNaya (my niece) in her daddy's arms. The happy couple in front of our brood is, of course, Gramma and Papa. Where is Peanut you may ask. She was preoccupied....

...napping under the table. She was getting crabtastic so I told her to lay down and take a nap. She listens to me sometimes.

My BIL, Puffy, getting practice in with the great great grandkid of the family. Puffy and Fluffy are going to have a baby in March. Maybe February. But not Leap Day if Fluffy can help it.

This one's for Sarah.

Papa and the Peanut


I have several comments today:

1) I'm glad you explained where Peanut went. I think I looked at that picture for 5 minutes trying to find her before I read on.

2) Claudia has those boots too. Actually she has two pairs of them. One in a size 7 1/2 and one in a size 10.

3) I LOVE THAT GUITAR! Where do I get one?

That is all.

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