My man is a fantastic musician and along with "the band" as I've dubbed them --praise is lifted up in our toy room. Livi and Isaiah on the guitar and Fea. . .using her drumstick to hit anything not moving quickly enough. . .yep, she's our little spit-fire, that girl. . .
Never, of course to be outdone by her brother. The "one-man-demolition-team". My nephew once asked my dad, "How long do you think it would take for Isaiah to tear down a house?" My dad affectionately responded, "with or without tools".
But really. . . is there anything sweeter than this face?
And keeping the entire kid-crew in place is my first born. My little leader. . .
Thankfully, taking it all in stride. . . I'll introduce the latest peanuts really soon.
May you be abundantly blessed. Stop by and see us often.