Anna sleeping... from the pictures, it seems like that's all she does. That's the only time I have my hands free to take a picture, I guess. (Mental note...take one with her eyes open.)
Here is a generation picture. My mom's dad, Papa Troy and Eston and Anna's great grandfather; my mom, a/k/a Mimi; Eston; my brother, Uncle Corey; and me. 4 generations. Eston and Anna have another great grandparent, my dad's dad, Papa Herol. I cherish generation pictures like this. When I was born, no lie, I had 11 grandparents living. Crazy, I know. My dad's familiy had children at a young age, so I had 4 great great grandparents when I was born. And I actually had one of my great great grandmas alive throughout my childhood until I was out of college. 
Oh, here is a picture of Anna awake! Pardon the little bit of spit up. She's in the swing, which she doesn't love, but doesn't hate. I think she looks alot like my baby pictures in this one.
We've had this bull dozer in our front yard for quite awhile now. And you know how Eston is crazy about tractors, trains, and trucks. Well, Travis took him on a bulldozer ride today. He didn't get scared at all. They ran it up and down the back yard a couple of times, and spread some dirt out, so Eston could make the scoop (not sure what it's called) go up and down. He loved it! How many three year olds can say they rode a bulldozer this weekend!
Notice the shades. Recently he has to have them when he goes outside. One funny note....Eston came inside after his ride. He asked me if I knew how to drive the bulldozer. I told him I did not. He looked at me so seriously and said, "When you get as old as Dad, will you know how to drive it?" Hee hee. I laughed and of course, had to tell Travis. He was quick to tell Eston that he was not THAT much older than I am.
