Michael: Ian, nice job cleaning up your room. Daddy is pleased. And Mommy is…
Ian: PRETTIER!
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Keep them doggies rollin’
Keeghan and I took to the trails and got a very rough mile in before it was time to Go Get Brudder. Then, the three of us headed into the woods, where we found a perfect bridge for pooh sticks, learned Why We Don’t Walk Into A Pricker Bush. And discussed the perils of Poison Ivy. We also learned that trees without leaves cannot actually be considered “shade.” in other words, I’ve achieved the summer’s inaugural sunburn.
Total Mileage: 2.12 miles!
River Watch
Bitty Dude was fast asleep when we got to the marina, so I told Mister he could look at the river from the sunroof. There is a whole system of parks along the Potomac where you can park your car and hike, jog, or bike along the river, if nap time doesn’t hinder you.
Doing the “do.”
One of Ian’s many “things,” and unfortunately one of the hardest to humor, is a dislike for getting his head wet/having his hair washed. I try to give him as much control over the process as I can without actually giving up on hygiene. So please understand how HUGE it is when I say… He let the stylist wash his hair. And, because everyone should go to this salon, the employees all applauded him.
Plus, I love my hair.
And certain people made themselves very popular by flirting with everyone. Hands off the fuzzy baby head, ladies…
An almost summer kind of day
The greatest feeling
Thousands of moms didn’t wake up to this today- the sight of their whole family, happy and healthy together. While I snapped this, a mom near you was packing a bag for a day at the NICU, where she will watch her baby fight- hard- for what we take for granted. Doesn’t every baby deserve to come home healthy? Doesn’t every little brother deserve to frolic with His Loud Things?
This year we will celebrate Keeghan’s first birthday by marching for healthy babies. It seems like the perfect way to mark the anniversary of his amazing, beautiful, healthy, joyful entry to this world, and a great way to give thanks for our two healthy kids. You can help! Here’s how:
Donate to our page! every donation helps, whether it’s a little or a lot. All our sponsors will be featured on our stroller! Because you guys are the BEST.
Join out team! It’s free to join, and you’re encouraged to do so whether you’ll walk or not- you can raise money and awareness even if you’re unable to attend.
Enter our team’s MFB giveaways, and spread the word! Right now we have a 4 person pass to the Playseum running, and there’s way more good stuff coming!
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There is no squirrel
I spent the night dreaming about squirrels in the attic. Not just your garden variety squirrel, but tiny flashlight-toting squirrels who were spying on us from above. What can I say- night time is never boring. We discussed the squirrels this morning.
007: so, Ian, do you think there really are squirrels in our attic?
Ian: No!
Michael: How about raccoons?
Ian: just my pet one. He’s very nice. HISK, HISK.
Me: There is no raccoon.
Storm the parents!
I tried to get a good shot of the frenzied, early morning puppy pile that started our day. it went by a little too fast.
A boy, his Daddy, and a new PS magazine
Big Loud Thing has returned after a week away, and there is much rejoicing.
I’ve been workin’
The Littlest Engineer is enjoying his train set and his grandparent time today. The bittiest dude and I had a rough night. He’s coming down with a cold, so he only wants to sleep on me. But I still have a cough from last weekend’s illness round-robin, so, every time he finally settles, I start coughing and wake him. Which means he is a very tired, cross, congested baby.
He’s also passed out on Rama’s lap. At last, Mommy has quit tormenting the baby.