Frosted Flakes

Yesterday, after all the fun of running around with her cousins, Bryce crashed. I took this picture right before I woke her for dinner. It was 6:00 and little did she know that Ethan and Evan were here for dinner and fun.

Bryce decided that Uncle Stevie's tummy was the perfect place to jump on.
The Bald Boys!!!

There is always time for wrestling and tummy zerberts.

Come on Evan...let's go to my room

The Churchill Boys!!!

When Grandpa Ken visits we always make sure that there is a box of Frosted Flakes (because they are GRRReat) in the house. Before Grandpa had to get on the plane early this morning, Bryce decided that she wanted to have some Frosted Flakes too. I said as I poured a few in a bowl,"she is not going to like theses". Grandpa and Bryce then took seats on the couch. Bryce took one flake and put it on her tongue and said "Blah, blah"! We all had a chuckle about that. I knew she wasn't going to eat them, no sugar for this little one.

After we kissed Grandpa goodbye, Bryce went back to the bowl of flakes still sitting on the couch. She put one in her mouth and came to me with her tongue sticking out. A mother's job is never done, she wanted me to get the flake of her tongue. Silly little girl!