Just Like Old Milk

Just like old milk turns, so Kyle turned 30! NOT that Kyle turned sour. He obviously didn't because he shared his sweet Logan and Sarah with us on his birthday.

Logan is a doll. Her curly blond hair and big smile win you over. She ran around sharing schit-kers with everyone.


Here's proof he is 30. His mom wouldn't put it on his cake if it weren't true! Would she?
This cake, know by the rest of the world as pineapple sheet cake, was Kyle's choice.
Oh, our family has forever called it as the kids did, "Throw-up Cake".



"Nice job on the candles, Dad. Bet you couldn't do that if there were thirty of them. You are so funny, you make my nose run."



"Right, Uncle Drew? You got that too?"

"Daddy, did they used to paint your cards on the cave wall?"

"I know you are old and can't see that close. Let me hold it out here for you."

"Never mind, I'll read it to you."

"Give me another Schitker, Grandma. Please."

Logan likes to play with stickers. She generally places them on our knees either because that is where she thinks they belong or because that is an eye level palate for her.

Daddy asks a personal question and Logan is not bothered by it, wait until she is older. Then they play "Drop The Baby". Logan was counting, "1,2,3" in days past; but, she has now done the toddler count "2,9"!

Let's all sing "Happy Birthday"! Uh, well not me.

Logan really liked Alex's Nintendo.

"No, Mommy! No, do it this way."