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The bad news is, our homely old washer died in its sleep last night, after getting one final load of laundry mostly clean.

The good news is, I am far too un-handy to be expected to make any attempt at figuring out what's wrong with the dead washer, and I can't bring myself to pay anyone to repair such an energy inefficient machine. So maybe I get to go appliance shopping?

Airbrushed

Dad's home.
All better.

Ole! Obama

"Noah, who are you going to vote for?"

(pointing to button on my jacket) "John Coltrane."

Um, okay.

Show Me Innocent

Now back to the real aim of this blog: gratuitous pictures of these guys.

Does this not look like a senior picture pose?

Class of 2026. Go Wildcats.

For Everyone

The one where Noah finds joy in covering himself in leaves and making dirt angels (not dissimilar from snow angels) and Greta finds him eternally hilarious.

For Kevin

We miss you too.

The extended-length version of the video we sent you yesterday where Noah shows you a scarecrow and Greta grunts in the stroller.

For Grandma Rose

We miss you already.

I visualize perfect scores on his calculus exams and English compositions covered in red marks.

Transcript
Sarah: B-O-O says...
Noah: PUMPKIN!

The 50 States Puzzler

Noah loves his puzzle of the United States. Below are two versions of him putting it together while I take photos. This is probably quite boring for most of you, so I provided two versions, one complete at 5 minutes and one time lapsed at one frame every 1/30 a second equating to 1 minute 44 seconds. This a one time only thing, since I took 400 shots in 10 minutes as he put it together.

The song in the first version is titled appropriately "the 50 states" and it is a live cut by Sufjan Stevens. The 'time lapse version' is a 1 and half minute cut from the electronic artist's 'Lindstrom' song 'Wherever you go I will go to". There were no edits here of photos, everything is in the order of when I took them, as you will be able to tell from the many out of focus picture.

Complete Version, 50 states ~5 min.:



Electronic Time Lapse Version ~ 1:44 sec.:

Photog

My second favorite picture from Greta's birthday.

Today is dreary. Our only obligation is Greta's well baby check this afternoon. I don't think Dr. Davis will be judgmental if we all arrive in jammies. I hope.

Here are some shots from the birthday celebrations with links to the albums.

Gooseberry Day Trip

Autumn Birthday

Happiest Birthday

A Birthday Hike. Willow River State Park.

How impossible is it to choose just one (or even a dozen) photos to post from a whole weekend of so many birthday wishes?

There was family, there was food, there were balloons and friends and toys, toys, toys. Giggles galore. Also, my first attempt at cheesecake was an enormous hit with the girl of the day. Thank you to Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte for the inspiration.

Album to follow.

Happy birthday to my favorite girl ever. You are so loved.

Triumphant Return

Dreams of our phirst phamily Phish show are soon to be realized.

Wee Jam

Hooray!

Hampton Coliseum = not that kid friendly. But the second tickets go on sale for Alpine, we're there.

Marrones, won't you too step into the freezer? (We know how cute Peter looks in tie dye already).

Unfractionated

He: "This is the loudest scream ever. The acoustics in here are awesome."
She: "You are hilarious. I idolize you."

I do not believe in counting my kids ages (or mine, for that matter) in fractions. Until Noah is really concerned himself with not being mistaken for an eight-year-old when he's actually eight-and-three-quarters, why can't he just take one year at a time?

Kevin is not with me on this conviction, for the record. He's been rounding Noah up to two-and-a-half for at least a month now. I realize it's a pretty trivial issue. I haven't always felt this strongly about whole numbers. I think my annoyance comes from the playground. Why do you need to force mental math on me to get across your child's precise 31 months of age? I won't expose you if you want to fib a little and just tell me he's three.

The exception to my no-decimal rule, of course, is the first year. We've taught Noah that he's two and Greta is zero, but no one else seems to think that's very funny. So for now, she's eleven months. Or 51 weeks, if you prefer. By next week at this time (and until next April), my kids will be one and two.

Ahh... the hard part's over. (wink, wink)