Monday, August 6, 2012


 This is from throwing rocks into the Provo river on our mother-son date

This is from painting his Home Depot project in the morning (a small framed cork board)
You can't see it but his shorts are wet from playing in the sprinkler at a friend's house

This clown smile is from the "hurricane-tiger blood" shaved ice we picked up in the afternoon 95 degree weather

(I tasted that concoction and it was sickly sweet; Gabe seemed to enjoy it nonetheless)

110% little boy, 110% happy

Boy: (n) a [joyful] noise with dirt on it.


  1. I love that definition of (little) boyhood; who says Gabe can't sing? (Psalms 100)

  2. I love all his dirty little boy parts!