Corwin tried to talk Grandma Gail into letting him try her margarita.
Twins.
Corwin has the general idea of flailing things at the cats to play with them, but he's missing some fine points (like not smacking them repeatedly).
No one told him that it wasn't for riding on...
"Yeah, I'm cute. Wanna make something of it?"
A quiet moment with his blanket.
We had to camp out in our garage for about a week while our ceilings were being redone.
Corwin practicing his 'rock' harmonica stylings.
The good kind of dribbling.
Corwin and Megan share a special bond. (Especially in parking lots and while crossing the street.)