Our oldest curled up amongst every blanket and pillow he could get his hands on, hidden behind a chair, reading a book. 
Our daughter on the table surrounded by playdough, content to "cook" for all those in the family.
Our youngest, taking a brief break from his destruction...long enough to lull mom into thinking she may catch up. I know it's not true, but a girl can hope, right?
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Hi Marilyn! I thought of you the other day and how your baby probably isn't a baby anymore! I was right! Hope things are great in VA. We are enjoying life in NY.
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