So, now that it is summer it's back to the YMCA to work out every day. The kids go to the childcare center while Mommy does her exercise class. In childcare, the kids color pictures and play games, etc. On Friday when I picked them up from childcare, Brandon had written a letter to Lindsay. I'm not sure that he correctly expressed what he was feeling. Here is the text if you can't read his handwriting (we have the nickname of Lindsay Fizzle that he misspelled):Dear Lindsay, You are my wishing star. And it almost hurts me to be your brother. Love, Brandon (I love Fizzil)
