Somehow another week has come and gone since Will's big partnership news (and my last blog update). Don't worry; his new status hasn't gone to his head. Yet. In fact, this is a more accurate portrayal of how he ends each day:
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| Dramatic interpretation, of course. I'm thinking he should keep his day job. |
It's considered a victory just to make it home before the rest of us are in bed.
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We celebrated Frances's 6th birthday with an indoor pool party at our local gym.
They did a fantastic job, complete with a clown, games, cake, party favors, and lots (and lots) of swimming. We sent 10 very tired children home to their parents--our gift to them!
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True to form (for some torturous reason?), I ran a race the morning of Frances's party.
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| 2013 Richmond Half-Marathon. Happy to have that over! |
The kids and Will surprised me at the finish line, which really was a perfect way to end. I usually insist they stay at home because of the confusion, cold (and this year, rainy) weather, and generally non-family friendly atmosphere. But I have to admit, it made my morning to see these three faces cheering for me during that last 'sprint.'
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When Nana visits, everyone gets new clothes.
Marshall, our now hairless dog (due to an overzealous groomer), has a new winter sweater. I'm wondering in what other ways we can humiliate this poor boy between now and Christmas.
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First daddy/daughter dance at Frances's school!
And as it turns out, it was neither a dance nor just daughters. But according to both parties involved, it was still a great evening at the school gym--games, desserts, and lots of Frances's adorable little friends. Frances may be shy like her mother, but she is a true social butterfly. I admire her ease at making and keeping wonderful friends.
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George, our resident clown.
The other evening, Will and I went into another room (away from the children) to talk about something in private. When we returned, Frances asked what we were talking about. I replied, "We were just talking about adult things, sweetheart." George asks, "What; like, 'underpants.'"
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| Proudly (and quite manly, I'd say) wearing his sister's sunglasses. |
Life with a boy.
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Frances has a new crush this year.
Connor was the only boy from her school invited to her party. I'm guessing the secret is out, but just in case it's still a secret you didn't hear it from me!
Happy Wednesday, everyone!
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