I love my weird kids. It's always good to be a little strange. Not a lot, but a little.
Grace seems to always be in the middle of the action the boys are creating. Here's the outfit she managed to put together to join in the fun:
And, standing at attention for the camera:
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Matthew had a fit about his dinner the other night, which was a chicken patty sandwich and french fries. Normally that's something a 3-year-old would like, but his exhaustion took over, and he screamed for a good 20 minutes. Then he fell asleep in this position:
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Ben has been out of town, and I thought it would be a good idea to take all 5 kids to the Festival of Trees after I taught violin lessons that morning, then served lunch for 2 hours to over a hundred 10-11 year old cub scouts, then had a 2+ hour rehearsal. Sometimes I just amaze myself with my genius.
Actually, it wouldn't have been all that bad if I would have known there would be hundreds of extra people there watching a dance recital. I probably would have gone at another time. But I didn't, so there we were. But we did have a good time, partly because Matthew started dancing to every song he heard and made us laugh, and partly because we got a giant bag of kettle corn on our way out.
