August was a toasty-warm month, although definitely not as bad as last year (and I remember because I was miserably gigantically pregnant). We beat the heat at the splash pad ...
|Loves wrenches. Such a boy.|
|"Pretty sure I'm not supposed to be running away with this wrench" face|
The maintenance included a bath. T decided to wash his car, too.
G surveyed and semi-successfully crammed Cheerios in her face ...
And the superhero obsession began. We were not prepared, so he ended up looking like this ...
|Missing pants, of course.|
Super T to the rescue!