What better way to wind down for the evening than with a good wrestle? Don't be fooled by that cute dimple. This baby has some tricky moves up her fleece jammie sleeves.
She starts out strong locking Daddy in an arm bar.
Then it's over to Mommy for the old hair-yank. Cheap shot, Phoebe.
Ah, the tables have turned. And now Phoebe's locked in a half-nelson kiss.
That ought to do it. This girl is tuckered out.
Time to take it to the mattresses.
I love this sequence of pics; everyone is smiling! Fun times!
ReplyDeleteI just remembered a Shel Silverstein poem that speaks for these pictures:
ReplyDeleteI will not play at tug o'war,
I'd rather play at hug o'war.
Where everyone hugs instead of tugs.
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug.
Where everyone kisses
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles
And everyone wins.