You know how Stephen and I were practically born together? Well, our friend Lars was right there with us. His birthday is the day before Stephen's. Both of our moms saw Lars's mom wandering the halls of the hospital. Pretty cool, huh?

Lars taught me how to drive a stick shift after school during sophomore year. I don't know what Lars has taught Stephen. I don't intend to ask. Lars also caught me eating boogers in preschool. He doesn't remember. Apparently, I was the only one traumatized by this incident.

Lars came to visit over the weekend. The boys really like Lars, they always have. Henry especially likes Lars and spent days asking if today was the day they went to the airport to get Lars. Finally, it was.











Lars also got his craft on while he was here. Who knew this math fiend could bust out a homemade skeleton costume in seconds flat? Well, I guess we should have because, of course, Lars wanted to sketch and measure the ribs before throwing down the puffy paint. And the ribs turned out slightly more accurate than the pelvis--Stephen. Although there is something to be said about drawing freehand.











Thanks for flying all the way from England to see us, Lars. Until next year. Henry will be waiting. Cheerio.