this is me.

This Wednesday was my littlest brother, Elliott's, grade 12 graduation. Its hard to believe he's officially done high school. I remember cuddling him as a newborn and changing his diaper when I babysat. For some reason, back then, it was acceptable to leave your 11 year-old in charge of three little boys for an entire summer. Surprisingly, none of them died of malnutrition as the only things I could cook were scrambled eggs or macaroni and cheese. Sometimes, if they were good, I would do a gourmet version of mac and cheese by adding hotdogs. Delish.

Hitting on the principal.

The original Thomlison gang.

I still call them my little brothers, even though they all tower over me.

Elliott & his pseudo brother, Colin.

I don't know why this is underline & its make me very mad...

Judah getting some lovin' from Uncle Noah.

My mom & her husband, Phil.

Noah makes me laugh. A lot.