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Auntie Dot spent a great deal of time braiding hair while she was here.  First she put two beautiful French braids in The Banana’s hair (twice) and then two French braids in Ya Ya’s hair.  Mr. Sneaky Pants is not one to be left out, and he was extremely sure…

Baby Alex is enormous.  Huge.  Gigantic.  I realize he’s only just doubled his birthweight, which means he’s just a bit over 20 pounds, but they are a monstrous 20 pounds for a six month old, and compared to Squirmy’s almost 12 pounds at this point, Alex is a giant.  A…

Auntie Dot, Uncle Don and Baby Alex came for a super quick visit.  We wish the visit were longer and that they were still here.  We had fun talking, eating brownies and other yummy things, reading, sword fighting, and there was significant baby snuggling for all babies involved.  At one…

Soccer season has begun.  Our first game was tonight.  I wasn’t sure if Mr. Sneaky Pants would choose soccer as one of his summer activities this year after last year’s tumultuous season, but he did.  Sometimes he has a positive attitude about it, and  sometimes he’s quite pessimistic, but it’s…

We had a great time at our neighborhood block party last night.  The street was blocked off near our house, and we joined our neighbors for food, conversation, and most exciting for the kidlets:  unlimited bike riding on the street (which is smoother than the sidewalk, although I wouldn’t actually…

I know, I know. I do have other children.  You might like to read about them, or read about anything other than Squirmy at this point.  The truth of the matter is that Squirmy seems to be a Mama’s boy.  He wants to be NEXT to me all hours of…

I dropped Ya Ya and Mr. SP off at their Hartley nature camps (more on that in another post) this afternoon, and then The Banana and Squirmy and I headed down to Lake Superior to catch a glimpse of the tall ships coming into port for the Tall Ship Festival…

Grandma to the rescue!  I don’t think Squirmy was a big fan of his first full body submersion, even though the water was nice and tepid.

The big kidlets were at soccer practice Sunday evening, and Grandma Kathy announced, “I need to get out.  I think I will go to the grocery store to pick up some eggs.” “Ok,”  I said. “Do you need to get out? Do you want to come with?” she asked. “Well,…

One very tired working Dad.  Three small ones who have discovered their father’s collection of Calvin and Hobbes books.  Even Squirmy is in there, if you look close, on Ya Ya’s lap. I happened on the scene on my way to the bathroom last week.