Nana, just in case you need this insult tomorrow at work......

...just walk right in there and begin...
"you're nothing but the yellow-bellied offspring of a canker-ridden bunter. You are a bastard, you are, an unlicked cub. A dung-splattered tallow-faced rock-gnasher. A puking villian. A noxious toad. A runting mewling spawn of a greasy sow. I wouldn't give you my last crust if you were starving or a drop of water if you were burning or a beggars grave if you were dead. You have pus for marrow and fungus for brains. You are a scug-backed cheek-biter."

page 90 of BRISINGR by Christopher Paolini

I like this.

Birth Day Boy!

9 years old. NINE! That really sounds big to me.
We Love YOU so very much Emmett. I hope this year is the best yet!







His first guitar!
(but don't worry, he doesn't want to quit piano!)

The look on his face when he realized he was actually getting a guitar was priceless.







xoxoxoxoxoxoxox to our heart bomb!