max and heather. their love for each other is always a bit of a roller coaster ride, but oh how we adore them when they are like this! their giggles are the sweetest things.
and now for the letter.
to our dear neighbors the sjobergs (the trampoline owners),
we love you. thank you for letting heather and max jump to their little hearts content every SINGLE day, usually while wearing diapers or pajamas or some other unusual clothing combination. you are the best! we always wish there was some way for us to reciprocate, but our yard just has weeds. i'm sure you could borrow max's trike..? but probably only while he isn't looking. you know how he is. sorry they always throw rocks underneath the trampoline, one of these days there is going to be a mini gravel mountain down there.
love,
the kettles.
p.s. also thanks for producing our all time favorite babysitter. we wore black and cried all day when school started again. boo.
Hmm. Note to self: write a letter like this to the Giles, our Trampoline/Basketball Hoop/Sand Box benefactors. We too have only weeds to offer in return. And our weeds are fenced off. Not exactly a fair trade.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love Maxth's name work! When I ask Josh what his name is, he gives me a very profound answer: "name." Oh how I long for the day when he knows that he is "Doss Hett." And I'm Mama Hett. Someday . . .
I love these pictures.
ReplyDeleteSo we will officially be seeing you when you are glorious Seattle, even if it is for a little bit I am still excited to see you! Too bad Maxster wont be joining though. I miss him.
We thought about fencing the yard...for half a second. We LOVE when Max and Heather come over for a jump!
ReplyDeletep.s. can't say that I'm quite as sad about school. =)