We got home, I got an earful (baby conversations are the best), and B made a bunch of cute faces.
Later we all went to poppy's work with him (he only worked for an hour, and Owen was adamant he wanted to go...and I wasn't willing to fight this one). O had a blast chasing balls, riding elevators and looking at a Ducati motorcycle (pretty sick looking even by my standards). Owen loves the gym and everyone knows him there. It's a fun time. Below: showing off the dance moves.
Mama and B watched. B looks like, "man that brother of mine is cray cray." Yep, B, we have used that crazy adjective to describe Oe a few times. But we love him for it.
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