We are still waiting for Abigail's other top tooth.
Donny and his buddy going for a ride.
Abigail's first attempt to feed herself.
I am trying to get as many photos of Abigails curls just in case they go away.
I know, I know, I know, but I had to do it. Have you ever done a project, got it to just where you wanted it, finished it, than always knew in the back of your mind, if you could have only done a little, itty bit more, it would be perfect. Well, for me that meant digging a 100 foot trench at night (no little helper) than having a laborer and ( little helper) help finish it the next day before the monsoon.
When little man woke up this morning, he thought there was a giant mole at work during the night. He only saw the dirt berm, he didn't know it was a trench. When he figured out it was a trench, he couldn't eat breakfast or get himself dressed fast enough to get out to help us. That's Mario in the background. Donny made sure he kept working and had snacks to stay strong for all the hard work he was doing. Mario was good about it. I'd like to have him back to do more stuff so I don't have to be such a slave to the property, but we'll see what the Chief Financial Officer says.
Donny played at the park down the street from Grandma's house.
Abigail waiting for Donny and Big Daddy to return from the grocery store.
They're back. Yes, they drove the fire engine to the grocery.
Donny trying to tell me about his trip.
Not much Hurricane Bill action in the sound.
Easter egg found hidden on the mantel at Grandma's. I think a Hazmat team should be called in for removal.
7:00 p.m. the night we returned from Larchmont. One very tired boy.
Donny was feeling very loving this morning. He asked to hold Abigail on the couch. His affection lasted long enough for me to take this photo and then it was over.
We have banned Donny from the yard until we have a lawn. I thought the days of dirt we over until this morning when he dumped the flower pot and paved a road on the front porch. So much for work clothes, pj's and flip flops work just as well.
We had a play date today with Donny's best friend. I told him we were going swimming and he informed me that he didn't want to swim. He refused to wear a bathing suit and dressed himself in an outfit entirely to warm for the 90 degree weather. He insisted on wearing the outfit to the play date, so I let him. I figured he would get hot enough that he would finally want to swim. He held out all of 10 minutes and then decided to change into his swimsuit and have some fun. Overheard: "Zoe, you look very pretty in that dress, I tell ya."
Donny was looking at a photo of Big Daddy in his turnout gear and said, "Look at this fireman." I said, "Donny, that's your daddy. Doesn't he look handsome?" He said, "No, he looks cool."
After an entire day in the sun, Big Daddy and Uncle Jim finished the lawn phase of the yard project. I was even able to help out a bit by holding a hose for about 45 minutes. I will try to take a photo of the yard every few days. I'm sure all of you find this so thrilling, but Big Daddy and I can't wait for grass.
Big Daddy and I returned from our first childless getaway yesterday. Although, it was very difficult to leave the little ones, I didn't make it to the car before I started crying, we had a very nice time. We stayed in Atlantic City, but made a nice side trip to Cape May, Wildwood and Seaside Heights. During one of the many, many phone calls to check on the kids, I asked Donny if he was being a good boy. I heard silence on the other end of the phone, so I repeated the question to which he replied, "Not really." Aunt Karen assured me Donny was being very good. 
