While Brian and I were cleaning a little this evening we looked over at the boys (it had become quite quiet) and this is what we saw. I love it when they all get along.
On another note. My Grandpa (grandpa george to the boys) passed away on June 4. I sat the boys down and tried to explain how Grandpa George had passed away and we wouldn't be able to see him anymore. They were just not getting it. So I told them point blank, Grandpa George is dead. This they understood. We have seen a dead rat and dead bugs, so I figured they kind of understood what this meant. It has been a little over three weeks since he passed away and they boys hadn't mentioned anything about it until the other night. Brian was taking his asthma medication and Michael, very cautiously, reminded us that Grandpa George had those. Casey while looking through pictures came across one of him and his Grandpa George at Michael's second birthday and he exclaims, "That is me with Grandpa George at the birthday." He then looks to me and then to Brian and says, "Grandpa George is dead." It made me laugh, and I wanted to cry because in an odd way I found it to be very sweet.