Greetings from “Big G”! We arrived in Galena on Saturday after a journey on which the boys did great. (Well, check that: on the plane I pretended to call Grandpa Nack and tell him that the boys hadn’t fussed at all, but Henry interrupted: “I did some fussing!” Not much, though.)
We’ve had a ball so far, meeting baby cousin Jenna, visiting Tommy Moser’s farm (much more on that soon), and especially playing with Uncle Ted’s old farm toys. The lads are in seventh heaven learning about hay balers, manure spreaders, and more. (Parental bonus: I’ve never seen them so self-entertaining! They keep making a beeline to the sun porch–er, “crop area”–and barely note whether we’re there.) Here’s a brief glimpse of the action:








What the heck is “Germany,” and who are “Germans”? If you asked the Micronaxx, you’d probably hear that it’s a land of pirates, peopled by hamburger-eating dudes with tiny eyes (wearing tiny glasses). After all, we’ve decked the boys out in 

Poor Calvin’s dad. Growing up I never understood why, when asked over & over to read 

At risk of burning you out on these things, here are a few more Henry-isms gathered over the last several months:
Good times over the last few months with the big guy:
We keep collecting random Micronaxx bits via Twitter, and I realize I haven’t shared any in months. Here, then, is a sample set from the G-Man: