Boyd cracks me up daily. Last night while getting ready for bed he created a new game called "Warm me Up Ozzie." Instead of getting his Pajama shirt on he grabbed his wiener dog named Ozzie after my parents dachshund, wrapped it around himself, and ran around yelling. "Warm me up Ozzie."
Followed by much laughter. Oh Boyd, you will do anything to try to stall at bedtime. After hearing the pitter patter of feet the past few nights, multiple times after kissing goodnight (when caught red handed he said he was on a mission), we figured last night must have been a day off work because he finally went to bed and stayed there.

The Waukesha Freeman called to chat and asked for a photo. Hmm, mom is usually the one behind the camera. This morning we had a 30 second long photo shoot. Thanks camera man dad! We hope Boyd makes the paper!