For the first day of the Official Crossley Visit, we went fishing at Fish Creek. Having that spot called "Fish Creek" is a lot like nicknaming a 300-pound man "Tiny." That is to say, there were no fish. But Stephenson and your dad had a good time throwing out their lines and drinking a few beers, which I have been assured is a vital part of the fishing process.
Back at home, we spent some time hanging out in the backyard. You are obsessed with putting your fingers in Sam's mouth to check her teeth, or... well, we're not really sure why you do it. But you two seem to be fast friends, and Sam doesn't even seem to mind when you poke her. Which is roughly every 3.5 minutes.
We wanted a picture of all the "babies," so it was only right that Gus decided to involve himself.
All in all, a great day.
Love,
Mom
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