My Three Amigos

Three amigos or stooges, depending on how the wind is blowing at any given minute.  We have small, taller and tallest!  Number one grandson just keeps on reaching for the sky!!  Soon to be 17 (July 8th), he's 6'4" and growing.  Puberty has been slowly but surely morphing Connor into a looming teenager (Nov).  THIS, I'm not ready for!  He is now my height.  Sam, on the other hand, has been doing more growing out than up this year. 

Last summer was the first summer Bryan didn't have time to come up from San Antonio for a visit.  It's good to have him in the pack this week.  Yesterday we spent the day at Six Flags, braving both the difficult-to-take-anywhere younger two boys, and the weather.  Storms were predicted but held off until we had spent the majority of the day at the park.  Sam, as usual,  was piss-poor the entire time.  By the time we got home he was in timeout and lucky we hadn't thrown him out of the car on the way home.  I rode in the back between Connor and Sam and my sanity was hanging by a thread!

All in all, it's good to have Bryan visit.  Next year he'll graduate from high school and visits will probably be even harder to come by.