Back in March, you know, waaaaaay back when it was March, because it is already MAY!....Trevor's mission bud, Rolim, and his wife made a visit from Brazil. They were kind enough to stop by our house for a night and re-hash good times. What's awesome is when you hang out with people and are the only one that doesn't speak Portuguese:)
I can't even remember what happened, but there was this one crazy evening where Riggs just kept crying and then suddently I realized he was asleep on me. This NEVER happens. I don't think it's physically possible. Good thing Trevor showed up and could capture the sweet moment of my big baby.
And here's another shot of my little mister turned cuddle bug. I LOVE it. He always wants to sit by mom when he's watching a show. He lets me rub his little arms as much as I want! This picture is yet another portrayal of how well, or not well, Riggs and Mom survive when we go on the road with Trevor:)
Lastly, some Saturday in April Dad decided to be "a cool Dad" and have some serious backyard playtime with Riggs. Trevor may kill me for posting this pic, but it pretty much sums up the situation - Dad being a little kid.
What I like to call "the perch." Where Dad and son go to look over their land and take inventory of all things outdoor related. This is not a one-time photo people. Every time they go outside.
And the home-made waterslide - tarp, hose, and dish soap. The dish soap also ended the slip and slide time once it made its way to Riggs' eyes, tragic. It sure was fun while it lasted though. Now, Riggs always try to "slide" on his tummy in the beach part of our community swimming pool. Works a litttle less nicely.