VA Beach Camping/Father’s Day

We went camping with Marc, Megan, Adrian, and Beatrice. We touched a frog, we got lost, we saw mermaid daddy, we read The Lolackths (Lorax).

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Here we are in the back seat, on our way.

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George and Beatrice put stuff in their mouths.

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Others hung out in hammocks. I wish I could find the picture of me and Steve in the hammock with Marc on our camping trip in 2010. But I think it’s on an old hard drive that weighs as much as an iron and has a cord that is not USB.

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This is like the most casual sleeping situation George has ever known. 

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Turning now to Father’s Day. Steve does so much for me and the children, next-door-neighbor Dorothy gets mad at me sometimes. You don’t know how good you have it, she says in her 80-year-old, Irish Catholic, Fairfax County way. Probably not! DSC_0010

We love him, and we would not have survived in the wilds of 1957, Dorothy, when wives did all the things that wives back then did. 


Della made this tie-dyed-T-shirt picture frame for Dad. Or anyway somebody made it. We have all these daycare craft projects on the fridge, and sometimes Della walks by and says, “Michelle made that.” 

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Couple of expired flower pictures to round things out. We love you, Steve! 



Annie Birthday

Annie turned 3 years old, and Della learned about how birthdays aren’t always her own. My pictures of the event are limited to mostly the ball pit because soon after Della asked to be taken inside so she wouldn’t have to witness the tragedy of so many presents going to somebody not her.




The balls were only one layer deep, but the kids didn’t seem to notice.



Here is Della hanging out in a plastic car, not even having any fun, just trying to gain squatters rights.


I have this feeling that George and Annie are going to have a special thing.



Happy birthday, Annie! Thanks for being such a sweet and powerful girl.


George, Gigantic Baby

Our somewhat accurate scale says that George, four months old today, weighs 23 pounds. Della weighs 25 pounds, sometimes 24. This morning, Steve put George on Della’s lap, and Della began to whine. Steve said, “Don’t you want to hold your brother?” “Baby…big!” she gasped. 


Here is George last night, looking approximately the same size as Annie…


He is naked because his body fat keeps him warm. This is his signature what-the-hell-is-going-on look.

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We had all gotten together to toast Lizzie’s Fulbright, so Della made an attempt to look studious.


But seriously, folks.