We share pictures at the end of the week.
Sort of like sharing cookies-
or like sharing chicken pox.
Whichever works for you.
Lemon cake with meringue frosting whipped up by my son. When he was a tyke, he used to play a video game called "Cookin' Mama".
That might have been what started all of this. There seems to be a lot of food pics this week, which is odd, because my wife is down fourteen pounds and I have cut twelve.
M spent the weekend with his grandparents in D.C.
He reported back that doughnuts and Asian food are all the rave there.
You heard it hear first.
He took this pic because he thought it looked like Groot from "Guardians of the Galaxy".
I dunno. I think it looks more like the tar baby from Brer Rabbit.
Generational difference of opinion.
Speaking of generational differences...
I imagine their children will have space boots and teleportation devices. Here they are getting busted by their mom after trying to covertly FaceTime with J.
He is still rocking a vacuum, and I think it is a different one from last time.
Does he just not trust his father to do a good job?
Don't worry, Dad.
This is how it is in my house.
Courtesy of R this week.
Mrs. C was on the Left Coast, checking out Apple Headquarters.
Text and photo sent to my wife from Ms. L on her Mom's phone.
She's cuter than she lets on, but she can't spell worth a darn.
Here of late the sky is alive with snow geese.
The week wound down with Sunday brunch at the Four Seasons in the D.C. area to celebrate my mother-in-law's 70th Birthday. The centerpieces were sent via her best friend, who also sent giant personal cakes for everyone.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
The final photo goes to this one sent by young V, who knows that behind every good good cop, is a strong cup of coffee.
See you next week.