Seems Like Old Times...

Today was as near normal a day as we've had in a long time.

Kean got his high chair turned around and away from the breakfast table

for once again throwing his scrambled eggs at his sister.

He hit Reese square in the arm and lap.

Poor Reese.  She's so used to it, she hardly even reacts anymore.

He doesn't look very remorseful, does he?

 The boy spent quite a bit of time going through a photo album...

he especially puzzled over a picture of himself.

Since it was taken a while ago, when he had a full head of golden hair...

I'm not sure he recognized himself.

 Oh, and we had a clean house for about ten minutes.

Reese decided it was "fort" day.

Welcome to the "guest room" or Kean's crib.

 This is, Reese's wing of the fort. 

I'm pretty sure it got cleaned up.

I cut out for a night on the town with the girls.

Eleven of us went downtown for dinner to celebrate my friend Jeanie's birthday.

Then we headed back to Mary K's house to play crazy games.

I'm telling you... today almost seemed like old times.

It was great.