"M"

Willow drew this picture and then pointed to that and squiggle and said, "M." And she was right!

TA DAAAAA! She's done!!!

In progress, after day one. After day two!!!! She's done.

Happy Birthday Walker!!!!!

Hey, how'd you get to be 11 already?! I remember when you were 1 1/2 toddling around gramma Chris' house. That does not seem like it could possibly be 9 1/2 years ago.... you kids these day grow up too fast!!! Love you Walker, I hope you have the best 11th birthday ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lost in Translation

Yesterday I was in the yard with the babies and Juneau was in his backpack carrier on the ground while I was sawing some branches. Willow stood near him and was picking fistfulls of grass and throwing them into the air so they would blow into Juneau's face. When I saw it I said to her, "Willow, don't do that. Go do that to Apple" (who was sitting nearby). So Willow walked over to Apple and grabed two big fistfulls of fur and threw them into the air. Oh well. Apple groaned and reluctantly moved to a safer distance.

What We Won't Do For A Blog Post

Our house is getting painted this week for its 100th birthday and when the dude came to check it out last year he pointed to a series of crumbly boards and said that they needed replacing. So we procrastinated the full year until two days before the paint crew comes. It was interesting to see the various kinds of insulation in the old wall here and there. Looks like the first kind was sawdust with oiled paper, then crude fiberglass with big chunks of un-fibered glass in it, then blown in paper pulp, then real-deal fiberglass. It all reminded me of Steve and Linsey's horse hair insulation in Newburyport. I think there used to be a door to the right of the window at one point.

Anyways, it went well.