Breakfast At Tiffany's...or Lunch at Lakeshore

Wilberforce and I flew to Iowa for Thanksgiving/Christmas last weekend.  It was a glorious trip.

We did some shopping, some gift wrapping, some present opening, and a whole lotta eating.

Loogie didn't have school, so he spent a lot of time with Uncle WillBee and Auntie Manda.  We spent Monday running errands with Mom and Dad - including a trip to Lakeshore for lunch.

If you didn't already know, Logan is Dad's mini-me.

 Loogie pretty much lives the dream when he's hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa,

 Kisses for Grandpa.

I don't know about your pre-meal routines, but growing up at the Lenz house, we pray.  However, since the Bad Boys came into the picture, we have stopped praying and started "saying them words".  

And if someone over the age of 20 forgets to pray, one of the monsters will say "Hey Poppa, we gotta say them words!"  

This is Loogie praying.  The tighter you squeeze your eyes shut, the better. 

 Kisses for Grandma!

 This kid is a turd-bucket.

 An ornery turd-bucket.

An ornery turd-bucket who apparently confuses Grandma.

 Loogie's "Bess Fren" is Grandpa.

 Two peas in a pod.

 Two monkeys in a barrel.

Two little short fat guys in a Lakeshore.

The End.