The boys and I enjoyed a play date with Aunt Heather and cousins Will and Caroline.
The weather has been unseasonably warm. So warm that the boys can run around outside without coats. Of course, Cooper pleaded to throw on his swimsuit.
When I first gazed at my third son, Cooper, I was shocked. He looked nothing like his two older brothers. The most striking difference was his full head of jet-black hair. He arrived looking a bit like Don King with unruly tresses that seemed to defy gravity. Despite all our attempts at proper primping, his rebellious locks always seemed to fan out from his scalp in a peacock like fashion.
I smile, then giggle, and then question, “Now, what did he do again?”