The other morning, I noticed the house was eerily quiet. Sure, the sound of cartoons and slight chitter-chatter was going, but no Gun-Gun or Hubby. When Gun-Gun's around, you know it. Whether it be screaming, stomping, marching, or the lyrics of Run DMC's "Tricky" being sang at the top of his lungs, his presence is known. When I heard the lawnmower outside, I knew that I had found at least Hubby and that Gun-Gun was probably close by, neck deep in the mud pit he and C-dub had created in the front yard.

So I looked out the front window and this is what I saw:

I couldn't quite see if Gun-Gun was with Hubby, so I grabbed my camera and saw this:

And then a little of this:

They mowed and mowed, chatted and chatted, until the whole orchard looked as slick as a golf course. I noticed that Gun-Gun was quick to point out any spots that Hubby missed.

Gun-Gun seemed to enjoy the ride and I think Hubby did as well. Truly, a Hallmark moment ;o). Or at least photographic evidence to show them at one point in their lives, mowing was fun.