Before this blog got derailed by all of the stories of barfing kids, Glenn and Will went deer hunting last weekend. They saw a few deer but didn't bring any home. The weather was still pretty mild before the obnoxious cold snap/polar vortex/winter thing we had going on this week, so everybody had a good time.
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| He'll be getting his learner's permit next week, or at least that's what it feels like. He sure looks good in orange! |
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| Glenn and his little clone. You can't really tell here, but Glenn was in the process of growing a beard. |
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| Little sister doesn't get the exclusive rights to liking horses. |
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| My own motorcycle man. |
Glenn kept the beard until this morning when he came out of the bathroom complete with mustache and rectangular goatee that he wowed everybody at church with. I can't say that this is my favorite look. Will was concerned and told his dad that he looked like a clown. I don't know that we'll have a repeat performance of the facial hair parade that took place in 2010 but maybe he'll surprise us with a Charlie Chaplin mustache in the morning. Fingers crossed!
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