Waitin' For The Train. Just Waitin'.

Back when Grandma From The South was in town, she and the Boyz (Pa included) took a trip on the train.

Pa was borrowing his Mom's Nice Camera Lens Which I'm Certain Some Wealthy Friends Of Our Would Like To Buy Him For Father's Day which allowed him to get some close-ups without actually being, "close up."

I mean, I'm sure that lens has a name, and all. I just can't think of it. Which might explain why *my* pictures turn out so cruddy and *Pa's* pictures turn out so well.

The mysteries never cease.

So with that boring story out of the way, here's the Campers:

And the brothers:

And the Goof Of The Century, Zig:

Speaking of the boys, Zig woke up a few weeks back complaining that his legs hurt. In my middle-of-the-night stupor, I patted him on the back and tucked him right back in. In my more coherent time frame (9:00-9:13 a.m. each day), I tried to think of which of the 873 falls he had taken recently that might have hurt his leg. Came up blank.

And then Pa, who as you can see is at the moment appearing smarter than me, said that the Zig was just going through a big growth spurt. Ahhhh, there you have it. And even though the boys are nearly three years apart in age, you'd never guess that they weren't one year right after another.

Stop the train folks, my babes are growing too fast.