The kids are on summer break and have moments of boredom already. It is hard for me to fathom being bored, but somewhere deep down in my memory I think remember saying those words to my parents on a long hot summer day...So...Noah came and visited about 8 times today. On the seventh visit Alex took a break from our big weekend project of rearranging the upstairs to listen to some rock-n-roll and punk music with Noah. Our house was A-BLASTING with noise. The boys showed off some mean air guitar, and Noah did Lilikoi's hair in a faux-hawk for the occasion.
I will tell you: I was not bored.