Number One: Never count your chickens before they hatch. Whidbey went off on an adventure this evening and Nate found himself on the chase. Guess the blog is still appropriately named after all.
Number Two: When picking Myrick and Pen up this afternoon, Terri tells me she and Myrick were talking about Nate and his brothers, sorting out who was oldest, who the twins are, etc. Regarding Nate's age, she said to Terri, "He's 67. He hasn't died yet." Oh my.
A family of five enjoying life in the slow lane in New Hampshire
Kite-Flyer
Summer Sweet Spots, 2012
- enjoying Pender's language bloom
- lots of lake time
- napping on the couch each day I had the chance
- moving Pender out of the crib and rearranging the kids' room
- watching Myrick make huge gains in her swimming abilities
- having a successful pea, carrot, and parsnip crop
- making headway on our family photo albums
My Baby Boy
My Baby Girl
