I just finished up editing their little brothers shots and couldn’t resist posting these. They weren’t supposed to have their pictures taken but I am so glad I forced and bribed them. I love this family. Love. I wish so badly that Wendy (mom) and I were old school Indian so that we could arrange Ryan and my Brynn. I want to be related to Wendy so bad. Who knows – they just might have to end up being arranged because they are both……….hmmm………let’s put it this way – they are both very special and unique individuals.
I have to tell you the story behind Ryan’s look in the bottom shot. He is a sports fanatic. He LOVES basketball. I would love to hear him fuss with the preschool teacher (as i was dropping off Brynn) about what team was going to win this and that. Miss Jodi is a big Purdue fan and Ryan isn’t so they would get feisty with each other and for a minute you would forget that Ryan was THREE at the time. So right before I snapped the last shot I said “say basketball is stupid” (which is totally wrong and mean and confusing) but the look on his face is priceless. He wants to kill. Instead he said “basketball is awesome” in his adorable little raspy voice.
This picture doesn’t do it justice. I was so lucky to have this yard as a kid – it wraps ALL the way around the house – this is just the back. My dad would be mowing and sawing every weekend. Now that I’m a big girl, with kids, and a husband that mows – all I can say is wow. This was probably a 4 hour a week job for him. Maybe 10. 
Here he is looking for eggs yet to be found. This is so him. Arms behind his back – pants pulled nice and high. Many jokes have been made about this. Every single one of us – grandchildren included now – are guilty of pulling our pants as high as we can (usually elastic pajama bottoms) and saying, “Who am I?”. Love you Dad:)
This is for my brother. I understand the meaning of “man’s best friend” when it comes to his dog. Max. Who is FIXATED on him like a border collie to a sheep. 
Guess what started this weekend?
If you would have told me 4 years ago that my son loved baseball, and was pretty good at it, and that I was going to put him on a travel team that was expensivish and consume about 20 hours of our week – I would have laughed at you.
He loves 3rd and he loves catching. He got to play both this weekend and made really great plays playing both. He.is.on.top.of. the.world. After playing for 6 hours in a double header he came home and threw against his bounceback and batted to himself until it was dark. So that means he played nonstop for approx. 12 hours.
One of his best friends since Kindergarten. I could get really sentimental on this one but I’ll spare you. Maybe later.
I played with the color on this a LUUUUUUUUV it
These would be huge -just like this -maybe canvases- in my house somewhere-if I were them-just sayin.
Here is a hilarious example of Sarah trying to reel Micah back in – look at their expressions – they speak volumes, lol. Oh and prior to this picture Sarah asked me if her arm looked fat. I about body slammed her and ate her for a snack.
At first they thought I was taking pictures of their feet – so picture #1 is what they were doing naturally – picture #2 I got busted – picture #3 is just plain one of my favorites.
Micah has a gift. He can spread his toes like a gorilla. Sarah is going to love me for posting this. Micah isn’t going to care, heehee
Sarah is like “oh no you DI’INT” and Micah is like “oh yes I did”:)
by Cathy
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