It's Official!

Everybody has to learn how to spell McMurray now.
Grandma Greta got the boys smashing dinner jackets, and though they are still a bit too big, they were awful cute. At the last minute I realized that all of Bryce's clean pants were cargo styled, and though I'm a ever the JCrew fan, I couldn't stomach that clothing ensemble for an official court hearing . . . so I madly washed and dried Bryce's fall uniform pants, hoping they'd work . . . and, well he'd either had better grow before now and then or I'll be hemming some pants.