This first photo might seem a bit strange, but this guy has been sleeping with us. Ew, you guys. He has been sleeping in our windowsill, but not really sleeping per se, screeching. All. Night. So I am leading with this picture to warn you that if we look tired, this is the reason.
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| Let's just call him "Jerk" |
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| Snuggling by the pool |
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| Snack time in Big Brother's cafeteria is big time. |
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| Top knot Tuesday |
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| Bags of temple flowers with my girl. The sweet old Tamil ladies love Clem we always leave with WAY more flowers than necessary. |
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| Bed full of babies. |
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| Sunday cinnamon roll picnic in the kitchen. |
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| Sweetest boy ever playing chess with his little brother. |
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| My Sunday morning photo walk was at the local fruit and flower market. Always amazing and fragrant. These are curry leaves at my feet. The most discerning smell of South India. |
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| "Look Mommy, I'm just like you now!" *I do not go out like this. See below. |
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| Date night cooking class: Butter Chicken. |
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| Oh ya, the tired picture. I'd been up since, well I never went to bed, because of "Jerk" (see above), Paul ran 8 at 4:30, then I got up to go out shooting at 6am, then parenting, then a cooking class that didn't start until 7:30 and we didn't eat until 10. Forgive us our dark circles. |
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| Kitchen Stadium Hanna: Still smiling. "When can we eat?" |
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| Little girl at big brother's school. |
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| Little girl, big bed. |
and "Eleventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen."
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