Fun Guy

This is why, when the back door closes around 5:30pm, the kids go running to the door while screaming "Daddyyyyyy!"

And, unrelated, I had Libby's hair in my hands with the scissors around her bangs, and I couldn't do it. I put the scissors down and shook my head. I know as soon as I cut the bangs she will look like a "kid" and not a baby. I'll just keep pushing it over to the side and trying to get her to keep a clip in it. Stay little. Stay.