As we whoosh through time, we find ourselves in February. Chug chug chug through the days--driving, activities, friends, and looming transitions. The kids are doing well. We've been goin got dinner on Thursday evenings as we are beat from the week, and the boys both have late activities. When at the restaurant, Hersh had the loveliest mature exchange about swimming with the waitress, AlteLu cracked a joked, stating there is no way she is going to Rockville!, and Sender used the work ornament instead of ottoman. Needless to say, they each have me wrapped around their finger. Now if only we could cook fewer dinners and have less laundry to put away:)
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