Here is Clayton with his blanket around 14 months old...
Here is Jack with his blanket (and a cheeseburger) last summer...
Here is Andrew with his blanket last week...
Here is Jack with his blanket (and a cheeseburger) last summer...


The crew from this year, minus Amber and Jack. 
After story hour we headed to McDonald's (where Jack got his promised ice cream). Katie offered to take us on a tour of the back of McDonald's. The manager, Ms. Debbie, even let each kiddo say, "Welcome to McDonald's." Jack actually did it. He giggled through the entire experience.




Can you guess who was tuckered out?!?
Jack and Clayton bought these fabulous swords at the carnival. They had the most wonderful evening playing with them...until they broke!!

The O'Neals posed for their final Fish Fry Parade picture! They are moving to Texas. (More details to come on that later...)
Tee was able to come this year! I think he thoroughly enjoyed it!!
Jack sat in his chair and waved at everyone that came by, as if they were waving to him personally. It was precious!
For those of you that don't know, Jeremy does not snack! However, Aunt Janice makes these crackers that are beyond delicious and he could not resist. Seriously, it is the first time in six years that I have seen him snack!!
Our favorite candidate...
This seems to be a common theme with Andrew!!
If you ever find yourself in Paris on the last Friday of the final full week of April join us on East Wood Street. I guarantee it will be a rocking good time!! I heart Paris, Tennessee!





Clayton's school focuses heavily on reading. So far this year his school has read 414,186 books! Isn't that amazing?!? This morning before they started their day each class gathered in the hall while the Mr. Owens (principal extraordinaire) played this over the intercom. It was precious to see them all "rocking out" to a song about books. God has blessed our family by putting us at Rhea! I'm not an emotional person, but when people pursue excellence and my children are the benefactors...well, I just can't talk about it. I'm getting misty-eyed.