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Weekend Report

This was a very child-intensive weekend, for me, in that I spent almost every waking moment with the kids. I guess that's actually true of every weekend, it just felt even more so this time. We had fun, though; we went to the park, we played, we watched Grease (of course...now even Phoebe is asking to watch Guh-weese), we went shopping. I did two things all by myself -- went to get takeout on Saturday night and, on the way home, had a great view of the lunar eclipse. In fact people were parked on the median of the highway to see the eclipse. (At least, I assume that's why so many people were parked on the highway.) It was pretty amazing. We tried to get a picture of it when I got home but, well, it's hard to take a picture of the moon. Then on Sunday I went to the carwash because, due to my making a very sudden left turn, Mallory spilled an entire bottle of strawberry milk all over the floor of the car (Mallory's reaction: "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh Mom you won't believe this!" Phoebe's reaction: "A mess! A mess!"). I still don't think I got it all up; there is still a residue of Quik odor in the car.

Anyway, none of that is very exciting, so here are some pictures!

Phoebe modelling a new spring outfit:



Mallory squished in a box:



Phoebe saying "Cheese":



Mallory dressed up as Dorothy, for reasons known only to her:



Mallory squished in the trash can:



Phoebe in the wind:



So, Mallory's kind of weird, and Phoebe's pretty cute...everything's proceeding as normal.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Mallory must like to be in close quarters for some reason. It is pretty weird!

Mom
aimee said…
Phoebe's hair is getting so long!

That is okay that Mallory is weird. So are both of mine. Today they spend half an hour sticking fake bugs down their pants then screaming, "I've got ants in my pants!" over and over. All the while I was thinking, "so weird." :)
Réjean said…
Nice family I have four kids of my own. I know what you mean when you write that every weekend is dedicated to the kids. Just stop to say hello from Quebec city Canada.

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