Seriously, does it ever end?

So last Friday I took the day off work so I could have some fun with the kids. (Jeff took off to drive to Nebraska for his brother's wedding) The morning started off with a bang. I heard a crash and this is what I saw. Except Trae was standing at the bottom of the stairs covered in paint. I about had a heart attack and then I quickly picked him up and put him back amidst the mess. Of course I had time to grab the camera while I was getting the cleaning supplies. Sweet Traeton. He was trying to grab something off the shelf and stood on the bucket of paint in order to reach it. Obviously, the bucket was not the most secure choice. Surprisingly, the paint was quickly cleaned up and the rest of the day went so much better. Maybe it helped to have the crisis over and done by 9 a.m.

Love you Trae-life is never dull with you and your brother and sister around. I can't say that I always like the adrenaline rush that comes with having you around, but I am thankful for you and proud of your independance.