Fall happened. Lucky for you, I've run out of time to talk about it.
(Apologies to the handful of you who are Instagram followers - it's a very exclusive group since I've changed my policies.)
"Free" bib with purchase of 14 years tuition.
Growing boy. Poor third child.
We're so lucky to live where we do.
Tackling the mean streets in self-selected gear.
Georgia insists on riding home from the library, because she's so eager to delve into new material. We really should go more often. I am terrible about late fees, and the librarians always look at me with such judgment in their eyes, and I just think, "But my lazy mistakes are helping to pay your salary!"
She's so incredibly easy to hang out with.
Sigh. I used to run in the mornings. And then I completed my half marathon and never ran again.
I wish Georgia could feel as carefree on the inside as she looks on the outside. Much of this visit to the lake was spent terrified that robbers would steal our bag, snacks and picnic blanket if we strayed too far. (All because I put my wallet in my pocket and told her when she asked why that it was the smart thing to do.)
Right now I mostly miss Waylon's two naps a day schedule. It provided some great Junie moments, even though fairies sometimes need a TV break, too.
June at age 3 is more into picking out her own clothes than Georgia is at age 5, but our eldest does have her moments of fashion glory. So many patterns, so little time.
She's piggy and she knows it.
I like baby butts and I cannot lie.
Yeah, we made it to a real farm this year but still picked our pumpkins out from this urban nightmare.
Early and often - it's the Chicago way!
That's our shadow.
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