So, I have neglected to write anything for a month, really. I blame Facebook. I'm always looking for ways to do as little as possible and still squeak by (pointing fingers and casting blame along the way) and it appears even my self-referential hobby here isn't safe from being put off and/or done poorly. For the past few months, maybe longer, each time there's a flicker of an idea or an anecdote to report, I just fire it off in a Facebook status update. And then it is gone.
The kids are still cute. And they are downright pleasant right now. Today we watched a video of Henry that was shot almost exactly a year ago. A lot happens between 2 and 3. Henry sat next to me and said "listen to my voice on dat day." I knew just what he meant.
In April, when Robin was having Abe and the kids were aware of cows calving across the road from Mom and Dad's house, Henry had some questions about how all that happens, namely: how does the baby get out of the belly. My answers to those questions prompted Henry to say the following thing to our babysitter Erin this evening: "Hi Erin. Mommy and I are out here watching this big bunny in the yard. Mommy says the bunny might be a Mommy bunny who has babies, but it is not a Mommy bunny, because it does not talk. Bunnys do not lay eggs. They have babies like people do, out their babyhole. My Mommy has a babyhole, but you can't see it, because it is part of her private parts. Where are you going?"
We've had lots of fun lately.
Carnival rides
Franny and Pearce went out for sushi without their wee brothers.
Visits from the Garstens, including new little Max
Marshie and Papi, suburban gothic
Old friends-to-be
Henry turns 4
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