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Are we the only family in the world who wants a holder for FIVE toothbrushes?

Why are there no hogs in a hog-calling contest?

Do I smell like spit-up?

How did three months go by so fast? (Obviously too fast as this picture was taken at two months old.)

My parents visited to meet their newest granddaughter. Both my parents. I wondered how Dad would hold up with all that attention for a whole six days, but he did beautifully.  Here is a sample of his specialty: entertaining masses of kids without ever leaving your seat! (You’ll have to imagine the actions that went along with this game, as well as the hysterical children’s laughter.)

Curlies: Grandpa!!! Play with us!

Grandpa: OK, let’s play patty cake. (Note: Paddy cake? Pat-a-cake? Patty cake? )

All: Patty cake, patty cake, Baker’s man, Bake me a cake just as fast as you can

Grandpa: Roll it and roll it, and pinch it and pinch it*, and pull it and pull it, and slap it and slap it, and spank it and spank it, and pick out all the raisins, and toss it way up high–oops it fell on the floor, and now it’s ready to eat!

*No wildlife was harmed in the playing of this game.

Here she is! The newest Curly’s ‘do is actually more fluffy, but I’m not changing everyone’s nicknames. She smiles at everyone– really. Well, except me… for me it is more of a wide gaping maw saying “feed me.” And because I plan on being in this post-partum stupor at least two more months, I really can’t think of her nickkname yet. Or really anything much to say except: Isn’t she the cutest baby you ever saw? Yup, me too.

And to say my new favorite band is The Boy Least Likely To. Strikes close to home– nerds with a guitar and a banjo. (Their original songs are even better.)

Good Intentions

Maybe for my 2010 resolution I should put something on this blog.

I was going to send Christmas cards (and a whole list of other “going to’s”) but I’ll blame it on being pregnant and too many plane flights with little kids. So here is the picture I took in October, planning ahead for cards in December, and then thwarting my own efficiency by never sending them.

And I’ll leave you with Q’s words. “C’mon guys, let’s go find some laughter and a snack!”

Here they are, folks. Our brood of free-range children!

On her way

school

 CurlySue went to kindergarten yesterday. She made her own lunch. She put her hair in ponytails by herself. She kissed us goodbye and had a wonderful day. And even went back again today.

Oh we love the fish hatchery. Feeding the baby fish little cups of food, watching the fishermen in the nearby stream, scaring away their lunkers, and yes, even petting the fish. What more could you ask for in a vacation spot?

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