My boys at the parade

This was a great high school band (not sure where they were from) that stopped right in front of us and performed about 5 songs. They even had great dancers!

Yesterday, Brady and I took the morning off to go get his haircut. We went back to Cartoon Cuts, which is the same place I took him last time. Unfortunately, this time we got the woman who is rumored to have recently butchered Brady's friend Lucas' hair. Before I knew it, the buzzer and the texturizing shears were zipping around, and there was a mound of beautiful sandy-colored hair on the floor. Un like me, Brady was a champ, he didn't move or make a peep through the whole thing. 




Here are all the Foster boys before our trip to the Blue Bell Creamery. We had so much fun with Nate and Erica, and not a day has passed that Brady hasn't mentioned, 'Uncle Nate?' He always says Nate's name kind of sounding like a question...maybe he's suspicious that there could be a whole 'nother person on this planet that looks so much like daddy!