Good Friday, the kids were out of school and Steven had the morning off so we took advantage and had a nice lunch at Shady Grove. Look at that baby belly...yowza! It's about to have it's own zip code. The stares and sympathetic smiles from strangers have become even more frequent, if that is possible. I get it. I look like I should fall over at any moment!
This son may not look like this father, but he is cut from the same cloth. The older Matt gets, the more I see that he is a lot like his handsome daddy.
And then poor little Will has a crippling fear of bugs. This particular day it was a butterfly that tortured him. He was more than distraught. Not long ago while Steven was out back mowing the lawn, Will went and got his little mower and mowed right alongside him happy as can be. That is, until he caught a glimpse of a little yellow butterfly cross his path and he lost it. He dropped that mower and ran screaming away. Hysterical.
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