Today, your dad went elk hunting with your uncle Nate and Cedar's dad Todd. While they were out tromping through the 12 degree forest looking for signs of elk poop, Brooke and Cedar came over to play. Like civilized people, we cranked the fire up to "insanely hot" - a temperature previously trademarked by your dad - and pretended it was a lovely summer day. With extra snacks.
The Other Brooke took some very cute pictures of you and Cedar while you were playing. Brooke likes this one, because it sort of looks like Cedar is plotting your demise. Or maybe Cedar thinks all that head-patting is a little patronizing. Note that she was able to pull off your sock, so you should probably keep an eye on her in the future. She's crafty.
I sort of prefer this photo, because it looks like we just bailed the two of you out of jail, and y'all haven't quite gotten your story together about what exactly went down last night. But you should have been there, dude, it was awesome.
I'm sure it goes without saying that your dad didn't shoot an elk. If he had, this post would have been titled: STOP THE PRESSES: THOR ACTUALLY CAUGHT SOMETHING.
Thanks to the Barnibbes for a super fun day, and thanks to Brooke for letting us post the photos to the blog.
Love,
Mom
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