On Labor Day, my family headed down to my Grandma's house for a cookout. We ate and played, but mostly we shot guns. The family that shoots together stays together, right? Isaac's co-workers Glen and his family, Rich and his family, and Rand all came, too.
Listen, I hit that paint can, alright? Just call me Sidney Bristow.
Even my mom got in on the action.
We also used this as an opportunity to celebrate Isaac, Jacob, and Grandma's birthdays.
Breaking beans with Grandma
And more guns. Skeet shooting. I was not great.
I got lots of baby time, which was just the way I liked it, even though she was making me sweat.
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