Fall is officially here. Football and sand gnats herald the season. They were so bad at The Wild Indian's last game that you could see them in the pictures. After each play, the coach would spray bug spray down the line. There is my #3 getting the 'treatment.' Aaaaaahhhhh, spring and fall in the south. It's summer, gnat season, and freezing-ass cold.
Baby Boy has progressed from the army crawl to the all out crawl. Cue whacking his head on a chair rung. He was under the table after something petrified in .02 seconds and gave himself a shiner. Cute, huh?