After tree hunting, where he is appropriately dressed, we had a little issue where Declyn got into a rotten pumpkin at the tree farm. Unfortunately Mike had his spare pants, so the process of changing him was a little delayed. Fortunately, he could care less and instead decided to strut his stuff through the parking lot with no shame whatsoever.
No pants, no jacket, one happy boy. Luckily it was a gorgeous day with 60 degree weather. And being Mike's son, he'd rather be in less clothes, no matter what the weather outside is.
Happy to have caught what is a typical face for him, on camera. And yes, this poor boy needs ta haircut.
Casey was walking around tickling the boys with a branch, so of course Declyn found his own branch and started to do the same thing.
"Tickle, tickle."
Those eyes.
He literally would not put the branch down.
Post-tree hunt means football, food and drinks. Keegan was too tired to hang.
Santa's little helper. Sure, he would only help me hang a few ornaments on our tree before he was over it, but with CC he couldn't get enough of hanging the lights.
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