While Millie was over at Angela's baby shower, my dad and I took the boys up to Camp Kiesel. We packed the BB guns, and introduced the boys to the joys of shooting a gun. They had a great time.

The very first shot Harrison took, he actually hit the cup on top of the wall and knocked it off.

We proped a soad can up and when we hit it we could hear the BBs rattling around in it until they came to rest on the bottom of the can. We spent an hour shooting (it was the fastest hour in our lives).
On the way home from camp the boys were making arrangment with Grandpa to go up again next month for more shooting.

Sneakily she crawled over to the Lazy Suzan and turn it until she found what it was that she was looking for. We hardly noticed what she was doing, until she was doing it for about three minutes. : )

Daily Harrison

The boys were outside in the front yard playing foam lightsabers with a neighbor kid.  I poked my head out the front door to check on them.  At the time I was eating a piece of chicken.  Harrison wanted to share a piece with me, so I tore him off a piece of it.  He quickly grabbed it and ran back to play with the boys.

As I turned back to go inside, I heard him yell to the others, "Now stop, I'm eatin' chicken here!"