Stacey is a cousin cousin. It's one of those weird, not incestual, but totally creepy intertwined aunt/uncle/cousin things. Basically, a brother and a sister married a sister and a brother, all of the kids have two sets of the same grandparents, we all kindaaa look alike, and if we lived closer we'd probably act like siblings. Needless to say, I get along pretty damn well with Stacey. I went to her house this past weekend to take some pics of her and my cousin cousin cousins. Stacey is married to Rob. Rob is a pilot who spends an insane amount of time overseas at work. While he's gone Stacey works like 8 different jobs and gets paid for none of them. She's that kind of chick. The absolute hands down most important job for her is being the best mama to her two boys you could imagine. Robee is 7, Jack is 0. Robee is maybe the best big brother on the entire planet, and Jack is happy, easygoing, and hungry... always hungry. We've been saying since Robee was born that he was one of the most handsome lil guys ever, and Jack is following right in his footsteps.
At this time these pics are supposed to be a Christmas gift for Rob. Something tells me Stacey is going to cave and he'll see them in two weeks when he comes home from Guam.... where ever the hell that is. We went to the lil airport near their house, ran around, played airplane, had a blast. After picture time Jack slept, Robee colored, and Stacey fed me. Wanna know the way to my heart? oysters, spaghetti, red wine, and chocolate chip banana bread. and/or food. ya, just food in general. and maybe red wine. Please fall in love with these kids, it will be easy, I promise. Thank you cousin, love you!
the jacket?! stab me cute. stab me.
baby in a hang glider? obviously.
airplanes aaaand tractors?
small man paradise.
why, what's your toy box look like?