"the beach"

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Sonya said…
Love the pictures. Looks like your kids are having a great holiday in your back yard. :) New sand box?
July 8, 2009 at 9:21 PM
Tiffany said…
It IS a new sand box! You can definitely tell by the piles of sod that we have yet to remove (at least in the pictures)!

My kids love being outside.
July 9, 2009 at 7:01 AM
Q&L said…
ohhh fun! All your blonde babies!
July 9, 2009 at 8:27 AM
Ange said…
Love the sandbox! And the kids!
July 9, 2009 at 10:19 AM
Ange said…
Where's Mitchell's ice cream cone?
July 9, 2009 at 10:20 AM
Ange said…
There it is, I saw it. Just not in the last pic.
July 9, 2009 at 10:20 AM
Tiffany said…
Oh don't worry - Mitchell always gets ice-cream cones! He LOVES them. The other day Steven made ice-cream cones for everyone and brought Jordan and Tennyson's out into the backyard first. Mitchell was absolutely heartbroken. He was so excited to see those cones and then Daddy gave them to his siblings and turned around and headed back inside. Mitchie scrambled to follow him and when the door closed behind Steven Mitchie had a big old cry - which was only remedied by a cone of his own!
July 10, 2009 at 9:43 PM
Tiffany said…
The question should be "Where is Mitchie's diaper?" teehee.
August 5, 2009 at 4:19 AM
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