Lots of things.

Ryker met his new cousin Cooper over the weekend. They were instant pals.

Ryker and Cooper and Grandma and Grandpa Noel

I eat little babies! Nom nom nom.

And now...an announcement....

We are going to Disneyland in a matter of days! Wooooooot!!! I'll have to refuse Tarzan's advances when we get there. Yes, we have a history, but that was the past. I'm happily married now. Our relationship was based merely on adventure. It would have never worked out.

We are making the journey with a total of TEN of us in my mom and dad's motorhome. It's a good thing I'm taking my trident so we can spear those who are disagreeable along the way. We are taking Ryker (who is almost 8 months old!). He said he didn't want to stay home alone, so we decided to bring him.

Brandon, who is spread like too little butter on a big piece of bread, is in great need of a vacation. I've been a little worried about him actually. He keeps leaving at night during full moons, he's very volatile, and he's gotten really hairy all of the sudden. Plus, his skin has turned a different color. I would describe it as more of a russet. He's super muscly, and he feels like he has a fever. I don't know what's gotten into him. Weird. I prefer Eddy to Jacob anyway.

Anyway, moving on. Some people in the family have gotten just a little carried away on the photo booth application. Just sayin'. Here's a small sampling out of the 300 pictures to choose from...

They just told Logan and Jonah there was no Tooth Fairy.

Sophie on her first roller coaster ride.

We were imagining our faces if they gave teachers a raise. Ha ha.

This is a timeless piece of the Warhol flavor.

I don't think Logan has much of a taste for flying.

I'm thinking of getting plastic surgery to look like this.

Later alligator.