you CAN pick your family, but their noses are off limits

my brother and i were talking on the phone the other night about how we have been siblings by choice for nearly thirteen years and all the crazy and amazing changes we have been through.  we talked about my children and how much he truly loves and enjoys them. "i could seriously hang out with them all day." we talked about collective consciousness vs. aliens as an excuse for widespread pyramid building.  we talked about love and lack of love, lovers and lack of lovers.  we talked about how much younger, skinnier, cuter, and hairier we used to be.  we talked about true blood and how hot yet disturbing it is.  and now i have lost my train of thought and have no idea why i started this post in the first place except maybe it was to  tell you all how much i love my brother.  now, here are some lovely pics about what we have been up to the past few days.

chocolate huckleberry cupcake

give a kid a box and they will play in it all day

let them have scissors, and they will cut it to shreds

unca brynne showing off his skills

peaceful morte lake

(when there aren't eight kids and three dogs running around)