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Happy Mother's Day. Ben would not cooperate for a group photo, so Jules had to ride this one solo.
We're renters. Ben mows the living room carpet.
This is Ben's new hobby. Our apartment faces a very busy intersection. He loves to stand inside and yell "Cow" everytime a car passes. The louder the "cow," the bigger the car/truck. He can now open the door by himself, which poses different problems. We tried to get Ben to say "Happy Birthday, Grandpa Curt," but he just points and says, "Ahh shabbat shabbite cowww."
The horse was a hand-me-down gift from folks at the Y--he loves to rock.
Another cheap toy. Give the boy two paper bags and he'll run circles around the house just making noise. He loves to put various things in them, especially his nook.
When I was in high school, a certain English teacher of mine yelled at me in front of my peers for using the word "chick" to refer to girls. Now this same teacher's daughter buys my son a t-shirt with the word "chick" on it and no picture of fowl anywhere. The injustice of it all.
This is the new thing. He can get up on the couch all by himself. +005.jpg)
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There's not a lick of Irish in us, but Jules is always up for "themes." Happy St. Pat's.
This is Ben working on his NCAA tourney bracket. He made a rookie mistake and picked too many upsets, but he'll bounce back in the second round. Sorry to Great-grandpa Gable, but Ben picked VCU over Duke. He doesn't know better. He did pick Marquette over Michigan St. and just gave me a death-glare at the end of that one.
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