
The twins are very motivated to get their Wolf for scouts so we made some hobo dinners and headed out to the Boulder salt flats for a little dinner and go
karting. The dinners left lots to be desired. It was our first time making them so hopefully next time they will be more appetizing. But the twins are one step closer to their goal, or my goal. I have a feeling once we're done with this whole scout thing, I will feel like the award should go to me.

Jackson had to go the bathroom as usual and was so excited when I told him he could pee anywhere.

If you've seen
Little Rascals, these two remind me of "Butch" and "Whine."

Boston wanted nothing to do with the go karts. He brought all his baseball gear so we all played baseball in the desert at sunset - so romantic.

The lovebirds (and my green sweatshirt).

Kennedy is always
stylin.' We stayed for a couple hours until the scary stories started and the farting began. That's when the twins said it was time to go.
1 comment:
i LOVE your family. i would steal those twins and raise them as my own if i could.
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