It's been a busy a busy month or so. Becky, Lucy, and Sam took a roadtrip to Illinois for Great-Grandpa Marlowe's funeral. Nora and I had to stay home, but we got to hear all about the fun, especially when Aunt Chrissy almost stole Grandpa in his urn for a keepsake.
In all seriousness, he was a very cool man who did a lot of very cool things throughout his very cool life. Plus, the pool at the hotel turned Sam's hair green.
Here they are on their way to the madcap adventure.
I attended Father's Night at Lucy's preschool, which wasn't quite as awkward and weird as I thought it would be. Here I am, about to spit ice cream at the back of Lucy's head.
Here, a group of 4 children are racing about building towers and destroying them, just like the Hebrews of old.
Here, those same children's fathers/father figures have constructed their own tower, soon to be destroyed by the rampaging pre-schoolers. It's as if the tower represents the dads' dreams of financial independence.
This is Marcie, whose husband was featured to the left of the tower above. She does anything you ask her to do. Just walk up to her and ask.
Nora becoming more human day by day. English is her primary mode of communication now, with screaming and crying a close secondary.