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Showing posts with label We always get around to it. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Fall Shopping

 
Hoping this works.
We went through fall clothes the other day a little ahead of the drop in temperature--forecast in the 90's this week.  My daughters, who never grow, call it shopping since we are lucky enough to have so many hand-me-downs from my nieces.
My sons on the other hand have each grown two sizes it seems in the last year, and we had to give up and go shopping for real, which is not their favorite activity.  But when their pajamas fit like pedal-pushers, a mother must insist.

Friday, June 7, 2013

They're Old Enough To Put to Work Now

Not having a real front yard,

makes for a lot of mulching,

and prison-like work camp according to these yahoos.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Years Ago

This piano was on sale somewhere.

Literally, years ago (I know the boys were not yet three, which was why we didn't put it together).

We finally put it together.

It sounds a little like it's more than three years out of tune, but I suspect it may have started out that way.

And yes, we went to the movies this weekend in the skeleton pajamas. I love watching people watch us when we're out. They don't really know what to do with what is in front of them.