We spent Easter in Amarillo.
The girls complained that they looked like Tom Sawyer and haven't worn those outfits since.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUc6P9OZ4Fnr14Jdp3W2_DGg6sy5Xrshd2OoL-WI91YapqhGd3CZpp1IkW5JtK8i4w9AbgAit9wqer5_fhPSbBA21122jLJsk7dPjSM83v0WsbEwmUW6UlsNihyphenhyphenLCyL_pY4xjF4YPH5XY/s1600/Britt_Fisk_April+01%252C+2018_2M4A8987-Edit.jpg)
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The oldest and youngest Fisk grandkids...for now.
She roped Uncle Justin into a long coloring session.
Then Pops.
JP and Sophie went crazy with puzzle making for a a few days.
Peter did too.
Henry found a new perch where we can watch all of the happenings outside.
Carter built his tallest tower.
Peter made Salisbury Steak one day.
We have a king of the house.
John Paul and Carter spent a week learning how to dance for the Old Western (post on that coming).
And, then, just more of this.
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