Nothing like preparing for an upcoming birthday by playing baseball in the cold February weather (yes I'm still behind).
I'm pretty sure Mom hit this one out of the park.
In our field, home plate is a manhole cover. Need to work on Quinn crowding the plate.
I was thankfully at work (or I would have had a heart attack)...but I think fingerpaints were created by people that loved kids...that had a maid to clean up after the event.
Quinn showing off his bit of redneck in him while fingerpainting...
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