Scott and Trent do many "boy" things that make me nervous. What I don't know, doesn't hurt me. Scott always returns from the playground with stories about our little daredevil. Lately, Trent calls going to the playground, "monkey bars." He has a new friend, Michael, who makes it even more fun. This past weekend, I took some pictures of my two men hanging out at the playground. Its times like this that I feel so blessed and complete.
