It is sort of a new tradition for my parents to have all of their grandchildren have their pictures taken on the rock in front of the house… and by in front of the house, I mean way down in the front yard which is basically a field haha. While I was home visiting, my Dad hadn’t been out with the tractor in awhile so the “yard” was completely overgrown with weeds, which made for some beautiful pictures of my son. Photos like this remind me why I love Pennsylvania. There just isn’t enough green in Las Vegas!