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    April 26, 2015
  • Escape from alcatraz

    The kids went into their room for quiet time today, and we put up their gate. A few minutes later, I hear suspicious noises and go find Eleanor climbing over the gate, with some help from the bins from her bookcase. I put her back in and remove the bins. I ask her to please…

    April 26, 2015
  • New suits

    Thanks to the best godmother ever, Kathleen!

    April 25, 2015
  • Two peas in a pod

    We are getting a lot of mileage out of these Peapods. They’re supposed to be a safe place for your littles to sleep when you travel, but we use them for ball pits, toy corrals, and (right now) a zoo for these crazy geckos. I’m not sure why they are geckos but there you have…

    April 25, 2015
  • Sand

    Playing with the kinetic sand first thing.

    April 25, 2015
  • Tears

    Today Henry was upset he didn’t get to go in the grocery store. Yesterday he was upset because Bob asked him what he would give me for my birthday and Henry said “a train!” And then he thought a minute and said “I want a train I WANT A BIRTHDAY” and got pretty upset that…

    April 24, 2015
  • Old boy at rest

    April 24, 2015
  • It takes a village

    This morning I read an article on Buzzfeed (yes, I am sucker for BF – it’s ok. It’s going to be ok.) about Riyadh Khalaf’s video about voting yes for a same-sex marriage bill in Ireland in May. You can read the article here, if you so wish, and the video it is based on…

    April 23, 2015
  • Oh come on.

    April 23, 2015
  • Bucket

    April 22, 2015
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