Enforced march time near the river.
Pretend to be fisher-persons with their found-rods. Not sure what they might catch.. mudpuppies??
More marching, while demonstrating the boundless love of Sam-Evy.
Re-fuel after a solid 9 hours together.
Sam was so overstimulated by the visit with lil' miss that he would not go to sleep last night. He was in bed almost 90 minutes before he fell asleep, and he spent the waking time calling "where's baby Evyyyyyyyyyyy?"
It was pathetic. I emailed Sarah to say that it was a fun day, but too bad we can NEVER do it again. har har har.
Chris is off in Los Angeles this week interviewing some smart person (no longer keep track of his comings and goings... sorry!). I'm just hangin' with my wee men and house-dreaming.
And folding laundry... always folding laundry.
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