Notice all the neighborhood "wheels" parked at the end of our sidewalk and the boys playing beyond in the empty lot. How sad they will all be when one of their favorite places to play is replaced by a house. 
These guys are building houses and roads and plantations out of sand, rock, broken blocks and dirt.
This is how I found Lewis when I checked on him before bed last night. He must have been super-tired to fall asleep like this without a lot of crying. Not only are his legs hanging out the slats, but he is on his tummy and he rarely sleeps on his tummy.
If you read my previous blog, you know that I took a million pictures today. As you can see by this photo, it was one too many for Baby Lewis.
Some days I take about a million pictures. Today was one of those days. 
There is nothing quite as perfect as a sleeping baby.
My lower lip sure tastes good.
"Mom, he's spitting up again!" This photo may be a little gross, but cleaning up after Mister Spitty is a big part of my day. He has not surpassed his oldest brother in the spit department yet, though.
"What's all this yellow stuff on your head? It sure is fun to grab!"
Lewis has got the most kissable cheeks of any of my boys. 
Grandma did the dirty work. (She's a better sport than I am.)
Uncle Keith carved a scary face while...
the boys drew some scary faces with Aunt Tomi.
The boys with their Jack-O-Lanterns