We all enjoy conference weekend, and I am not just saying that to sound super righteous. It's pretty much the only time the boys can get away with this (hid your head in shame, Zack):
In between sessions, Ben was the only one who wanted to go on a walk. We walked to the end of civilization (or up the hill).
By this time next year, or maybe even October conference, it will be empty no more.
Noah, in one of his culinary moods, decided to make some pretzels from scratch. I finally had to text him this picture as proof that after three attempts the mess still wasn't cleaned up.
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