The Fan Club

I thought I'd better introduce you to Claire, Kean's new Speech Therapist.

She'll be coming into our lives every Monday from here on out.

At her first visit, last week, Kean was a first class pill.

You'd think he was mute and handcuffed.  The only sign or sound he made

was when she walked out the door and he said bye, bye.

 Today was a completely different story-- or different Kean.

He was gabbing up a storm.

And in case you can't tell, he has this new trick of popping bubbles with his tongue.

I guess if he ever gets a potty mouth, washing it out with soap will have no impact.

 We spent this Monday evening with our bestest buddies, the Moomey's.

Mark is leaving in a few weeks to serve a mission in the Netherlands for our church.

The girls have practically grown up with Mark as their adopted big brother.

I don't think we've ever had a get together or camping trip where Mark

hasn't been surrounded by his little harem.

 And if the girls are the charter members of Mark's fan club-- Kean is the

President elect.

Guess who regularly gives the boy motorcycle rides?

 Oh, and there was a bonus tonight-- Elly gave him one too.

Love the jump start on these playful summer nights.