Late Autumn Indoor Swimming
This photo blog (phlog) comes with more photos than text. The photos speak for themselves. More so with young grandchildren who are totally uninhibited in expressing their feelings. A kiss here. An ouchy look there. A playful mood. A “begging” stance. A proud moment. Boredom. Excitement.
Buddies. The 2 youngest.
Kuya and Bunso. Gigil?
Let’s go to Hungry Jacks please. And let’s not forget, Time Zone……
Mom, I don’t want to milk a cow ever again. So kadiri! Yuck….
We have a plan. Oh oh.
My Ate Patricia smells like strawberries!
Is this formal enough, Mom?
Hu Hu Hu. I want my own shake. No one elses’s spit on my shake please!
Ever since Ate arrived, Mamu became “laos”.
Hurry up with that shot, you camwhoring Mamu!
I love ate ❤
WHY NOT?
Unica Hija in OZ
Errrr, shall we try it? Sign says “shallow water”.
Ok guys, stay together. No jumping over the fence.
But Ate can jump…..
Jump down? Or climb up?
Go Kuya. You can do it!
Thank you, Nongkie, for the shakes.
A Moment.
THAT’s ALL, FOLKS. —– Elvis, the beloved family dog.
