at the big house

 

Gage calls my parents house in Washington "the big house." Not sure why. Its the same size as everyone else's. But its sure cute. "Mom, when are we going to the big house?" "How much days are we at the big house?"

 

my parents' peach tree

 

Gage will sneak out the back door to jump on the tramp, play tball, squirt the hose, or play with Grandma's dog, Riley. Every morning he lets Riley out of his kennel and brings him upstairs for a treat.

Grandpa leaves daily presents on the front porch. Every morning we hear "NOAH!!! NO-AH!!! Come here! Come look!!!"