The Sock Game returns! This was a good one. It was particularly humid and hot that morning, and the feet took a beating

Emily, 1. Gus, 0. Of course, Gus always loses. Poor puppy boy

I don’t know if this is any indication of what’s to come. Lying on the bed, shirt hiked up, remote control in hand. All that’s missing is a TiVo and a bucket of wings

Testing out the Big Boy Swing

You have no idea how my heart dropped when he climbed aboard Danger Playground

No fear whatsoever. Dude’s part spider monkey

After an early morning 5K, a trip to the Fishers Freedom Festival, and a healthy dose of playground, he was obviously ready for a nap

How most mornings start in either Hansen household: watching fire trucks on the “com-peeee-ter”

It was nice that he offered to help clear the table and load the dishwasher, but he needs to work on more even distribution of dishes throughout both the upper and lower racks

Our tax dollars at work: the Town of Fishers proudly displays one of its public works vehicles. We’re pretty sure it’s a sewage system cleaning truck. Whatever it was, it was big and shiny and it had lots of tubes and hoses. And it looked really expensive