These are the last group of photos that I’m growing to put up from my holiday vacation up north (at least I believe these are the last). This post right here is devoted to my nephew, Trevor, who I am partially convinced is made of metal. I mean, the kid can run straight into the corner of a table with his forehead, bounce off of it, rub his head a little bit, then keep on going. The only time I ever heard him cry was when he missed his mom. He’ll probably be one heck of a football player in his teens.