Swinging with Pake

Have I mentioned lately what a blessing it is that Pake is here for for the last hour and a half or so of my day?

Although I am sure I could go back to doing it without him, that last hour and a half seems to always be the craziest time for me.

And sometimes I just need a cup of coffee and a potty break.

At some point in that hour and a half, it seems that everyone gets to swing with him, or cuddle a bit, or at least get to do something that I do not allow.

In the bottom picture, Famke was suffering from a tummy ache.  I am happy to report that she is feeling better now!

We've had this old swing for over fifteen years now.  It is quite possibly THGGM's favorite thing.

I think I've swung on it once.  Swinging makes me feel carsick.