A few weeks ago my dad got a call from the owners of the house I grew up in. The neighborhood is full of tear-downs, and they wanted to let us know that they will be tearing down "our" house and building a new one. They offered us one last walk-thru before auctioning off everything inside and tearing it down. I've been through the house a few times since we moved, and although I thought it would be sad knowing that it would soon be gone, it was more of just a pleasant drive down memory lane.
Our cutie patootie.
She's crawling all over the place now, and has a few hairs that I can finally clip into a bow.
Clint and the Wyckoffs came over for a picnic in early August.