Tristan's birthday... he wanted his big train set up around the living room, other toys set up inside it, and to eat hamburgers in the middle of all of it. That's *exactly* what we did!
Jasmine, with her roses after her dancing recital.
Jazzie, with her 5.5 pound bass.

Tristan, the dirtiest boy ever, next to a picture of the dirtiest PawPaw ever.
Me, and my almost-6-pound bass.
PawPaw, in a really good picture taken by Tristan.

A sorta cool picture of the cemetery, but not as cool as I had hoped...
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