A Pattern of Words

Impossible to get close to Finley when the kids are around, because they continue to swarm him and he’s always delighted by all the attention.

Nobody ever warned me that, as a parent, I’d practically have to buy stock in frozen ice cream and popsicle treats for summers. It truly feels like the only way to get through those 3-5pm, melting your face off hours.

“No biting, Finley, NO!”

Midsummer Night’s Eve fairy dancing festivities to call forth the fireflies

“You don’t need to be in this photo, S.” *(S promptly climbs onto bench and grins.)*

Endlessly running back and forth. This is the life.

8am breakfast and laser blaster tutorial session.

Cousin chaos is the best sort of chaos.

My children would stay in pajamas all day every day if I let them. Often they only change willingly if bathing suits are involved.

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