4.07.2008

at the choo-choo

there is a cute (little) wooden train in our development, and for our choo-choo obsessed child, the fact that it is a rather lame display of playground potential dissapears and it becomes an endless climbing, sliding, acorn finding, stick hitting zone of enjoyment.


foster's fake smile - he was not thrilled about being forced into posed photography so that i can have at least one picture to document the fact that i do, in fact, exist. i have found that as i look through our pictures there are none of me! these kids are going to grow up thinking that i was just a figment of their imagination!



the tongue of enjoyment

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