Spring training, New England style

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Napping is for babies. He is a kid.

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Busted. He decided to experiment with his sisters' nail polish.

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This is how he sleeps

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Our backyard looks like this right now

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Daddy daughter dance

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Overheard

As soon as the big kids were out of the car and the doors had shut, Henry, in a calm voice, ordered: "Drive."

"Drive where?" I asked. "Home?"

"No home."

"Then where?"

"To the White House," he said.

"To the White House? Why?"

"Obama lives there."

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I don't know what to make of this.

This happened back in August.

I am such a bad blogger these days!

This is what trains do.

Overheard

EMMA: How come I'm so good at falling but not very good at getting hurt?

Overheard

ETHAN: What do you do for work? I mean what do you really do at your office all day?
SOPHIE: He insults people, Ethan.
ME: Consults, Sophie, not insults.

orange juice

Trying to get a photo of Ethan

 

 

 

 

Trouble.

These photos were taken during a 10-minute span this afternoon.

Checking out the electrical socket:


Trying to plot an escape into the front yard (and street).


Playing with poop. Yes, you read that right.

Standing on the table to drink.

We love him. So much. There is never a dull moment.

Overheard

ANDREW: For third period I'm supposed to name my favorite hip hop artist and hip hop song...I've never even heard a hip hop song!


Note: Andrew is 12. So far, so good.