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day one hundred eighty-two.

Sunscreen is not his favorite thing.



(more to come).

181/365

day one hundred eighty-one.

She starts each night in her own bed, but when she wakes up at 11 to eat, I bring her back to my room. Ellie says she cries too much to stay in her room, in fact, I heard, " I don't want to share my room with a baby" the other day! This, after months of talking to first my belly and then tiny Evie, "we're going to share a room, just us girls, just wait! It will be the best!"

179/365

day one hundred seventy-nine.

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day one hundred seventy-eight.

and "where's mine?"

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day one hundred seventy-seven...

(I've messed up the count somewhere in here)

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day one hundred seventy-five.

One is crazy, the other is cozy. 

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day one hundred seventy-four.

Swimming tired him. out. 

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day one hundred seventy-three.

About a year ago, he was rescuing his first bessy beetle from the base pool. Today was rescuing this walking stick. (Which did not become a pet like the bessy did!)

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day one hundred seventy-two.

hands full. ;)

170/365

day one hundred seventy.

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day one hundred sixty-eight.

always curious.

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day one hundred sixty-seven.

Oh Liam...

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day one hundred sixty-six.

He was asleep while the girls (Ellie had Claire over) were painting, but once he got up. he went straight for the table. He made a "butterfly".

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day one hundred sixty-five.

she took her first nap in her crib today, after practicing all the important stuff like pulling up, and trying to convince mama to pick you back up.

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day one hundred sixty-four.

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day one hundred sixty-three.

pool side snacks....Liam had spotted a "bul- cher" (vulture) in the tree watching them swim.

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day one hundred sixty-one.


still buried in boxes.

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day one hundred sixty.

Life has been so crazy. And these two are becoming peas in a pod, I have a feeling it won't be too long before I'm crying over Evie destroying things.

We definitely do.not. need more rain, but it came all the same.

And while I had nothing to do with these roses being gorgeous, I'm glad they are mine now.

159/365

day one hundred fifty-nine.

 Drawing pictures for Lily, and then she loved being able to facetime with her.
 

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day one hundred fifty-seven.

boxes make good puppet theaters.

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day one hundred fifty-six.

happy birthday daddy.

(it was a beautiful banana pudding until Liam stuck random things he found on the counter into it while it was cooling. sigh.)

155/365

day one hundred fifty-five.

If only I was unwrapping cute things like this all the time. Instead it's just more..junk.

And if we survive without anyone falling off a box and dying...