If You Give a Mom a Moment: swimming with friends

Tuesday, September 4

swimming with friends

Today we went and played at Elli and Xandi's house. They all had so much fun they would hardly stop to look at me. I am so glad my kids have friends they enjoy playing with.

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Gatnnos said...: That is a really COOL swimming pool! I am glad they were having so much fun!; September 4, 2007 at 8:12 PM
Gatnnos said...: I just looked at your Ethanisms and Aidanisms - They are way TOO FUNNY!!! I was laughing. What song was Christian singing??? Was it really that bad? And who says a snapper isn't needed in a band!! LOL!!! Your boys are adorable!; September 4, 2007 at 8:14 PM
Liz said...: wow that looks like a fun time in the swimming with the neighbors. So sad your kids ahve been sick. Ethan took great pictures.
liz; September 5, 2007 at 1:49 PM
Jessi said...: What a cool pool! I bet they had a BLAST in that!; September 5, 2007 at 6:11 PM
leelynn said...: Dear Erin, This is so great. We love it. Keep it up. It makes us feel like family again. Love, Grandpa and Grandma wimmer; September 6, 2007 at 12:59 PM

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