At the playground (in a hidden corner) was a poster you could get your picture taken through. Kevin had to stick his head in before he could see what the picture was, lucky, it was him in his true form. Please notice the "Mom" tattoo....The chillin's had a little too much fu with the drinking fountain and drained most of the reservoir.
Sunday we went to a bbq at the Rice's fabulous new digs and played a little tag, put the three youngest girls (all born within the last year in the Spencer clan) in matching outfits, and Kevin got some practice holding Paige. Now doesn't he look like a natural?
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