Everyone prefers to think that they live completely unique lives. In a sense we all do as no one single person lives as another, but I whole heartedly believe this thing called "life" through my eyes is one long and strange trip.
My son is 2 1/2 and dresses better than most adults.
Lenox got to pick out his own set of Matchbox cars. He went with the "law enforcement" set. I was very disappointed.
Look how he's sitting. Who does that? Shirt off, sweat pants, sitting there all cool and sh*t.
The world's smallest RUN DMC fan. "The king of rock/there is none higher/sucker mcs should call me sire."
Skateboard L is still on the grind even when it's 44 degrees.
Dump truck. I didn't get a good picture, but Lenox and Go-Go a.k.a Gordon were rolling these Tonka trucks down the hill and making them crash into a fence. It was pretty awesome.
If Lenox just got up and left the house without me I honestly believe he would do just fine.
Let me see your donut face.
He has this new technique where he eats ONLY the frosting parts off a donut. I call it the "Thanks You Little Jerk" donut technique.
After hanging with L all day I went to Ciera and Robbie's Super Bowl Party. This picture sums up my entire experience.
Beer posers and doggystyle blow jobs.
Three dimensional shotgunning.
The hostess with the mostess.