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Playdough gets out many fingers wiggles. Kissing hands make little ones giggle. Only cool cats rock out to fake tunes. While C & A trade (some) clothes in afternoons. I've reinstated independent readingin hopes that 15 minutes we'll soon be exceeding. ...

Neighbor babies. Walking babies. New babies. Talking babies. Slouching babies. Never-took-a-paci-but-now-is-obsessed babies. Drooling babies. Love-expressed babies. Scratch that. He's not a baby; he's a preschooler! ...

Corban dropped something behind the bench yesterday and used all his mini muscles to move it away from the wall. Out, it felt much more play-on-able. But of course, in order to do that really well, they would need to remove all the baskets from...

We do lots of cooking, somersaulting,  feeding stuffed monkeys, and nap time exalting. (Oh wait, that might just be me.)  ...

We rang in the new year with our neighbors. Actually, we saw hours past the new year, once The Paper Game started. A decision that's always fun in the moment but always regretted the next morning. (If you've never experienced the phenomenon that is TPG, come over. Tonight!) And the board...

The cemetery is beautiful every time of year. The giant car cart with squeaky wheel you're always sure to hear. In traditional Christmas fashion, Baby Jesus vrooms up arm of chair. And baby leaning over couch means sleep is very near. No matter what the season, couch jumping just...

Cheese! Reading, watching, jumping. Trying to escape. Preparing to take a bite of football. Football bitten; group shot...

I'm choosing to find joy today. Everyday, looking for beauty around. In mounds and piles and towers of blocks. In goofy opinions of wearing hats all day. (Neither Corban nor I understand.) In reading books together and apart. In photo cheesing and couch jumping and littles giggling. And in aunts staying for...

1. Projects: Plenty of spaces to organize and arrange We have more space than we need in this blessing of a house, so we're trying to figure out how best to live in it. Now that we've lived a whole year in it, it's coming more...

I've been wanting to do something fall-y with my kids. And nothing screams fall more than pumpkins. While visiting an elementary school BFF over the weekend, her dad asked how many pumpkins we'd like to take home with us. And potatoes. And sweet potatoes. And...