I believe I can fly!

Lil' Genghis has been getting some pilots' lessons in the nation that gave birth to flight. All indications are that she loves it more than we could describe here. It doesn't hurt if you make little engine-revving-as-she-swoops-down and then strafing-as-she pulls-out kinds of noises.

Because, really -- if you can't turn the absolute, uninhibited joy of the freedom of flight into a lesson on selective use of violence, just what kind of parent are you? Exactly. Next thing you know, your little loved one wouldn't appreciate the good kind of football or even the enjoyable alternative to the bad kind of football.

Right. So, anyway, you guys just come here for the pictures, anyway.

So let's start with a lovely shot of Grandpa John getting a new hat:




Then we see Lil' Genghis on the hunt.


Yeah, she's a little, tiny, squeency bit competitive like her mom:


Ooh, look, there's another one.



I believe I can fly! Lil' Genghis makes another venture into the air with the helping (but hidden) hands of Uncle Eddie:



And speaking of Uncle Eddie, here he helps Lil' Genghis make a run on her big brother, boydog.



Last but not least, we have a photo of Uncle Rodrigo touring Russia. We're not really going to try to say what's happening in this picture or what the context is. Let's just say.. .. well ... hey. .. did you guys know Russia has lots of, er, bathhouses? Just sayin'.