Adam, on going camping: "Basically, I say, we bring the kids, we bring coffee, we're good." -May 17
Silas: "My wee wee is heavy!"
me: "Do you have to go pee?"
S: "NO! My wee wee is heavy!" -May 17
me: "What was your favorite part of the day?"
Golden: "Going strawberry picking. And Pippa's favorite part was... being a baby." -May 17
me: "Can you come here and finish your hot dog?"
G: "I will, but I'm waking up the dandelions." -May 27
Silas, on his steaming hot muffin: "Mom! It was smoking! There was fire coming out on me!" -June 11
Sparrow: "How long do ants live? (Thinks for awhile) ...They live either until someone squishes them, or until they get really old and die." -June 9 (I love it when children answer their own questions)
Silas points excitedly, "Mom! Enormous, BIG...!"
Sp: "It's a cockroach, buddy."
Silas: "No!!! It's a BUG!!!" -June 26
Silas called thunder "blunder." -June 26
Silas: "I don't want to drive through space, and I don't WANT to."
me: "Honey, I don't think that's something we are gonna have to worry about." -June 29
Silas: "That's OLD ice cream, and it's dripping."
Golden: "No, it's melted ice cream and it's melting."
Silas, encouragingly: "That's RIGHT!" -June
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Pippa's 5th birthday
My wilder one is 5 today!
5 years ago we were living with friends in a city we had just moved to and one day I just sat there so sad for my little coming one, no place to put a nursing chair, no one who cares to shower her with welcome. God stopped me in my tracks by bringing to mind Mary the mother of Jesus. No room in the inn. No baby shower, no rocking chair. In fact, she was giving birth next to the animals and had to set the baby in a feed trough because there wasn't even a bed! From then on there was a joyful fierceness in my pregnancy and labor. WE would love her. WE would make room. From the moment she came out, she's been a heralder. Her voice was so strong that the nursing staff couldn't believe her scream wasn't that of a 3-month old! She is a heralder of the Kingdom. She is one who makes room. Happy birthday, you fierce one. Go big.
Pippa had her birthday at home since it was several days after she got a new baby brother. And just the day before we had driven up to DC to get a new van: one that the whole family could fit into. That morning we had a special breakfast with presents and later Miss Christine came over with a CAKE! It was so cool, and she made a special little individual cake with giant sprinkles on it for Pippa to have all to herself.
Funny things Pippa said when she was four:
5 years ago we were living with friends in a city we had just moved to and one day I just sat there so sad for my little coming one, no place to put a nursing chair, no one who cares to shower her with welcome. God stopped me in my tracks by bringing to mind Mary the mother of Jesus. No room in the inn. No baby shower, no rocking chair. In fact, she was giving birth next to the animals and had to set the baby in a feed trough because there wasn't even a bed! From then on there was a joyful fierceness in my pregnancy and labor. WE would love her. WE would make room. From the moment she came out, she's been a heralder. Her voice was so strong that the nursing staff couldn't believe her scream wasn't that of a 3-month old! She is a heralder of the Kingdom. She is one who makes room. Happy birthday, you fierce one. Go big.
Pippa had her birthday at home since it was several days after she got a new baby brother. And just the day before we had driven up to DC to get a new van: one that the whole family could fit into. That morning we had a special breakfast with presents and later Miss Christine came over with a CAKE! It was so cool, and she made a special little individual cake with giant sprinkles on it for Pippa to have all to herself.
Funny things Pippa said when she was four:
Silas: “Pippa, you do NOT want to go to hell.”
Pippa: “… Is it a dangerous place?” -May 31
We were learning about jaguarundis, and they watched a little documentary. When Pippa was trying to describe it to me, she said, “we watched the one about the undie leopard!” -May 26
We were learning about jaguarundis, and they watched a little documentary. When Pippa was trying to describe it to me, she said, “we watched the one about the undie leopard!” -May 26
Me: “Don’t color on your skin.”
Pippa: “I’m just making zebra stripes!”
Me: “But that marker is toxic, and can sink into your blood stream.”
Pippa: “I need a wet wipe! SILAS! Did you know, this can get in your SKIN, and take away your BLOOD.” -May 23
Pippa: “The devil is not gonna kill me. Cause he’s in my heart.”
Me: “Who’s in your heart?”
Pippa: “God.”
Me: “Who is the devil?”
Pippa: “He’s the bad devil.”
Me: “Yeah, he’s an angel who turned bad.”
Pippa: “But sometimes tiny angels, they have wings, and they’re good angels.” -May 3
Pippa: “God.”
Me: “Who is the devil?”
Pippa: “He’s the bad devil.”
Me: “Yeah, he’s an angel who turned bad.”
Pippa: “But sometimes tiny angels, they have wings, and they’re good angels.” -May 3
Observing how enthusiastically someone in our church reacted to a testimony, Pippa leans over and whispers to me: “She banged the table. Maybe the police would come and drive her away.” -May 1
Me: “What is candy?”
Pippa: “Candy is when your hands get sticky you have to wash them, and if you eat too much sugar you will get sick.” -April 17
Pippa: “Candy is when your hands get sticky you have to wash them, and if you eat too much sugar you will get sick.” -April 17
For church one morning, I had dressed Silver (the 18-month-old) practically for the beach–because we are so hot without the AC these days–and then Pippa came out wearing long pants and long sleeves.
Me: “Wouldn’t you rather wear short sleeves?”
Pippa: “No.”
Me: “Well you might get hot at church.”
Pippa: “I WANNA be hot at church!” -July 17
Pippa: “Proboscis monkeys have FOUR stomachs.”
Me: “Wow! Where do they all fit?”
Pippa: “One at the bottom, …and one… at the top, …and one on the side.” -July 10
Pippa: “I want to eat ALL the cherries, so I’d be a GROWNUP!” -June 28
Pippa: “Mama? Some animals could be extinct.”
Me: “Mhm. What does that mean?”
Pippa: ” It means they be dead. Or they are already eaten.” -July 7
Pippa: “Mama? Rhubarb is a sour leaf in the world. Cause I love it.” -June 28
Silas: “Parrots don’t live in Virginia. Or toucans. Or peacocks.”
Pippa: “Or dingoes. No way.” -June 28
Pippa: “Mama–FEE-lions means CATS!” -June 26
Pippa (4) learned how to pronounce girl the right way! She has been saying “GORE” for girl ever since she learned how to speak! We kept teasing her, saying, “No, it’s gore!”
Pippa: “No, it’s not, it’s girl!”
Me: “Who told you? Who taught you about girls?”
Pippa, without missing a beat: “God.” -June 7
Pippa, age 4: “GUYS! Whoever cleans up this room, will get CORN, in a BOWL, in the LIVING ROOM!”
Hmmm…. tempting. -Aug. 5
Me: “Pippa, could you bring me that charger? My phone needs to be charged.”
Pippa: “But what percent is it at?”
Pippa: “But what percent is it at?”
Unmmm… Since when do 4-year- olds deal in percents?!?? -Aug. 6
Pippa: “Mom, GUESS how long the flood was in Noah’s Ark?”
Me: “How long?”
Pippa: “Fortylong DAYS.” -Aug. 21
Pippa, on the first morning in late summer that it was actually cool outside: “Hey! Now we have an air conditioner! ~ Outside!” ~Aug. 27
Me: “You have to talk to him nicely.”
Pippa: “I don’t know about that.” (LOL. She meant “I don’t know anything about that.” Which may or may not be true.) -Aug. 30
Pippa: “I don’t know about that.” (LOL. She meant “I don’t know anything about that.” Which may or may not be true.) -Aug. 30
Pippa, age 4: “Mom, when I get big, I’ll be a grown-up and you’ll be a grown-up, and then we’ll have two moms.” -Sept. 15
Pippa: “Why do they put the seeds in the bell peppers in Trader Joes?” -Sept. 16
Pippa, 4: “I know why it’s illegal to drink in the car, mom. Cause when you drink, it really makes you go pee in the car, and that’s why it’s illegal.” -Dec. 17
Pippa licked all the frosting off all the cake today, painted her own nails, and scattered Candyland all over the floor. All before 8:30 AM. I love that child fiercely. – Dec. 21
Pippa: “When is the world gonna end?”
Me: “Nobody knows but God.”
Silas, age 6: “I know. When the WAR ends. You know which war? The war of history, World War Two, and the Civil War.” ~December 2016
Me: “Nobody knows but God.”
Silas, age 6: “I know. When the WAR ends. You know which war? The war of history, World War Two, and the Civil War.” ~December 2016
On the way over, Pippa explained to me why it was so cold today. “It’s cause all the DIRTY wind is coming from here, and the CLEAN wind is pushing it back.” -Dec. 15
Pippa, to Silver, “Stop it, you’re NERVOUSING me!!!” -Nov. 22
“Do you know what twice means? Two times. Do you know what thrice means? Super fast.” -Pippa Nov. 23
Pippa praying for the food: “I pray this food would make us big and strong, and that volcanoes wouldn’t explode or that the devil wouldn’t be bad, Amen.” -Nov. 14
Pippa: “Sparrow! Someone tooted!”
Sparrow: “Oh. Is that so. How do you know?”
Pippa: Because I smelled tootish stuff. And stinky stuff.” ~Nov. 1
Silas: “I can’t wait for Halloween AND Christmas!”
Pippa: “Yeah, AND the dentist!!!” -Oct. 25
Pippa: “Yeah, AND the dentist!!!” -Oct. 25
Pippa: “Mom? I had my alone time on the trash can today.”
Me: “Oh yeah? What were you doing on the trash can?”
Pippa: “Trying to kill my pumpkin.” ~Oct. 21
Pippa, 4, talking at 100 miles an hour, “I PUT stuff under my pillow, and then when I wake up, every time, and check, it keeps DISSING appear!” -Oct. 16
Golden (age 8), breaking into tears because she accidentally let our as yet un-spayed cat outside after dark.
Pippa, saltily, “Hope she hasn’t gone out MATING!”
Indeed, child. Indeed. ~Oct. 16
Pippa, saltily, “Hope she hasn’t gone out MATING!”
Indeed, child. Indeed. ~Oct. 16
Pippa, age 4: “The light is so pretty right now, it looks like God.” -Oct. 12
Silver's days
Fall 2017
Silver has been trained to hold hands in a parking lot. She is so good about it now, that she will stop still in the median or at the sidewalk and start shrieking and/ or crying, "I need someone to hold my hand!" The other week we were at Assateague Island and we stopped at a nearly deserted parking lot to see the beauty of the marshlands before dark. There was no movement in the parking lot at all. Silver, concerned, said, "I need someone to hold my hand! I don't wanna get DIED in the road!"
Last week she also called herself a baby "ginoceros." (rhymes with rhinoceros, soft g at the beginning.) Haha! That child!
11/26 we went to a Christmas tree lighting event and Silver went to sit on Santa's lap. I didn't even get to see her! I was in another line with someone else an asked Sparrow to take her down to see Santa, since it was one of the only other booths set up at the time, and hey--she might like it. None of my other kids ever wanted to sit on Santa's lap, but perhaps she was not yet corrupted by their cynicism. Sure enough, Sparrow went through the line with her and they went through all the way before I was done waiting in my line! All I got of the event later was a few pictures taken by Sparrow and Silver's comments about it. "I sat on Santa's lap. And he was a nice Santa. But on the TV there is a mad santa." Oh, but this one is nice? "Yah. He told me about the caterpillar mouse." You told him you wanted a caterpillar mouse for Christmas? "Yah."
Silver has been trained to hold hands in a parking lot. She is so good about it now, that she will stop still in the median or at the sidewalk and start shrieking and/ or crying, "I need someone to hold my hand!" The other week we were at Assateague Island and we stopped at a nearly deserted parking lot to see the beauty of the marshlands before dark. There was no movement in the parking lot at all. Silver, concerned, said, "I need someone to hold my hand! I don't wanna get DIED in the road!"
Last week she also called herself a baby "ginoceros." (rhymes with rhinoceros, soft g at the beginning.) Haha! That child!
11/26 we went to a Christmas tree lighting event and Silver went to sit on Santa's lap. I didn't even get to see her! I was in another line with someone else an asked Sparrow to take her down to see Santa, since it was one of the only other booths set up at the time, and hey--she might like it. None of my other kids ever wanted to sit on Santa's lap, but perhaps she was not yet corrupted by their cynicism. Sure enough, Sparrow went through the line with her and they went through all the way before I was done waiting in my line! All I got of the event later was a few pictures taken by Sparrow and Silver's comments about it. "I sat on Santa's lap. And he was a nice Santa. But on the TV there is a mad santa." Oh, but this one is nice? "Yah. He told me about the caterpillar mouse." You told him you wanted a caterpillar mouse for Christmas? "Yah."
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Sparrow turns 11
Sparrow's eleventh birthday...
Sweet, imaginative, loyal. I hit the jackpot with Sparrow as my eldest daughter. And she turned eleven. My little baby. She is highly creative, funny, and on my wavelength. =) We got to invite friends over and have a sleepover! They watched 'Moana' and made something crafty.
Eleven?! ...ELEVEN!!! This happened to my firstborn this week and I was the one in shock about the eleven. She is more than one could hope for in a daughter. She and her sweet friends are having a sleepover right now, and baby's only three weeks old, and part of me thought "What was I thinking?!" But I've learned a few things about parties, cause it ain't my first rodeo. My tips: When she says "I'd like an ice cream cake," and I think 'I could make that myself,' I autocorrect: "Um, no you will NOT make that cake AND clean the house while nursing a newborn. You will BUY that cake and actually have some fun at this thing."
⭐️ Paper plates don't have to be cute. ⭐️ You don't have to plan a whole bunch of activities OR have a theme, either. ⭐️ The most important things: friends, ice cream cake, oh and give her a whittling knife. ⭐️ WE LOVE YOU, SPARROW GIRL!!!!
Sweet, imaginative, loyal. I hit the jackpot with Sparrow as my eldest daughter. And she turned eleven. My little baby. She is highly creative, funny, and on my wavelength. =) We got to invite friends over and have a sleepover! They watched 'Moana' and made something crafty.
Eleven?! ...ELEVEN!!! This happened to my firstborn this week and I was the one in shock about the eleven. She is more than one could hope for in a daughter. She and her sweet friends are having a sleepover right now, and baby's only three weeks old, and part of me thought "What was I thinking?!" But I've learned a few things about parties, cause it ain't my first rodeo. My tips: When she says "I'd like an ice cream cake," and I think 'I could make that myself,' I autocorrect: "Um, no you will NOT make that cake AND clean the house while nursing a newborn. You will BUY that cake and actually have some fun at this thing."
⭐️ Paper plates don't have to be cute. ⭐️ You don't have to plan a whole bunch of activities OR have a theme, either. ⭐️ The most important things: friends, ice cream cake, oh and give her a whittling knife. ⭐️ WE LOVE YOU, SPARROW GIRL!!!!
Funny things Sparrow said this year:
Golden: “What should I draw for the month of March?”
Sparrow: “A clover, and a pot of gold, and a–you know–what are they called? …A LEPER!” (Bible raised! LOL!) -May 23
Sparrow, re: the YMCA pool: “They were having water Arabics or something…” -May 11
Me, to Sparrow: “You said you brushed your hair, but it doesn’t look like you BRUSH-brushed it.”
Sparrow: “I only partially brush-brushed it.” -July 17
Sparrow (10) reading the Dora book to the littles: “…me and Boots.”
Golden, getting conscious over proper usage: “She put herself first!”
Sparrow: “She always puts herself first. She does that. For a living.” -June 22
I am journaling in bed, but out in the living room it sounds like a trading floor! The children are shouting “gob stoppers!” “Smarties!” “Who wants whoppers?” Yup. Trading trunk or treat candies like Wall Street pros. -Oct. 30 (Spasrrow was definitely the instigator of this....
Sparrow, age 10: “I’m definitely an emotional eater. Thing is, I’m usually only emotional cause I’m hungry.” -Oct. 13
Thursday, August 31, 2017
March 2nd Silver loses a tooth
hat fierce child right there! Brushing what teeth she has left after today's tooth-out episode, oh yes. I took her to the dentist this morning after she fell and chipped her front tooth, and the one next to it just wouldn't stop bleeding and she had her fingers in her mouth, bawling, and at one point the blood was all over her face; it looked like a gruesome battle scene, and then the tooth fell out clean, root and all! Dentist said she'll just be a gap tooth til her grownup tooth grows in, and that we kinda can't do anything about the chip either. So she went on with life, ate her yogurt, drank my protein shake and green juice, played hard at the park, slept hard in my bed, colored her eyes with orange highlighter, and brushed her chipped tooth like she meant it. Have I mentioned I love her? #silverpoppijune (March 1)
Someday you might find yourself on your couch clutching your sobbing children as you say goodbye to your 8-month old cat who has just died a horrible, dramatic death in your living room after being sick for 3 days. Parenting is dangerous. Parenting cats is dangerous. I didn't think this would happen for another 10 years or so... It seems like he ate some kind of poison. Can we find hope and not let every thought crumble, when we just saw what we saw, and we'd prayed and prayed? I won't let this turn into poison in my mind. I'll just cry for him and let that be that and not draw all kinds of dramatic meanings out of it for now. Ok? I'll hold them, be with them, remember Catness and the dear and funny things he did. Loving them better and more gently is my design. We feel so raw. (March 11)
Sweet, comforting friends keep telling me my children will be OK and that this will help them grow. I agree. But I just want to say *I* MISS THE CAT! *I* hate that he suffered! I will never forget the haunting sound of his little kitten body giving up the ghost (and a lot of violent throw up) when he died and we all rushed around him with helpless cries of despair. Last night I blustered in from the icy winds and I just wanted to call him at the door one last time. So I did.And then I cried. Golden sat there in front of his fresh grave Sunday evening for a long time alone in the darkening freeze, and Sparrow went out to her with a blanket so they could huddle through that bleary ache together. I haven't worked in three days. Isn't it strange that this cat who is just an ANIMAL --and we eat animals every day-- could make me cry so much? I mean, I experienced the death of my own MOTHER and two miscarriages. What IS this strange thing called grief, that I know in a few days will be dull and accepted and in a few months probably completely forgotten? I can only hope it fuels me to treasure my people and all our moments more. More depth. More breath. More intention. Less fussing. Go slower. Be tender. I pray I can make these things habits NOW while I have fuel, so when the grief goes away, the good from it will have been permanently built into our life. (march 14)
Piglet: "Supposing a tree fell, Pooh, when we were underneath it?"
Pooh: "Supposing it didn't."
Piglet was comforted by this.
A mother's job can be defined in being the one who says "supposing it didn't." -June 24
Shout out to Golden. Elegant, intuitive, compassionate. But also silly.
😜 Cause that's good and right when you're 8 and life's great. Blaise there, he's a snuggla. He will cling to people's shoulders or clothes or jewelry when they hold him, like a koala babe. He's just a happy little potato, and charmed by simply EVERYTHING. 
👉How's your summer going? I guess all of America is smack dab in the full swing of it by now. 👉We just finished up our year's documentation for school and are still finishing math, so... We're still waiting for it to really begin. 
😁 Homeschool goals already shaping up for next year though. This year ended up somehow being way too math focused and I am discussing with @bibliobites how to BEST stick to the Charlotte Mason standard of 20 FOCUSED minutes per day. Good work vs. long or multitudinous work, and eliminating dawdling. I think I also need to re-read Home Education. Summerishness over here is already so fun, lots of family games and read-alouds in the studio and hanging out with Daddy in the evening while he paints. Oh and we FINALLY managed to meet up with the local homeschool group at a park! 
😂 #friendgoals #localgoals Nearly everyone I love that likes us too (😜) lives uber far away. So happy Monday! -July 17
If you ever feel like telling a pregnant woman that !she's about to pop! --resist the temptation. She probably knows. Also, we don't pop.
How about giving her an encouragement instead?
Thank you for bearing new life.
Blessings on your labor.
You carry that baby so well.
Blessings on your labor.
You carry that baby so well.
Breath is life. It's so important to be intentional and not wasteful in how we use it.
(Remind me of this tomorrow when I start to rant at my 10-yr-old for leaving milk sitting on the front steps...) (March 8)
Holing up with chocolate for a few mins here--as my friend Veronica says, 11 years of wiping heinis = a nightly bowl of ice cream and hourly "10 minute breaks." (March 7)
Someday you might find yourself on your couch clutching your sobbing children as you say goodbye to your 8-month old cat who has just died a horrible, dramatic death in your living room after being sick for 3 days. Parenting is dangerous. Parenting cats is dangerous. I didn't think this would happen for another 10 years or so... It seems like he ate some kind of poison. Can we find hope and not let every thought crumble, when we just saw what we saw, and we'd prayed and prayed? I won't let this turn into poison in my mind. I'll just cry for him and let that be that and not draw all kinds of dramatic meanings out of it for now. Ok? I'll hold them, be with them, remember Catness and the dear and funny things he did. Loving them better and more gently is my design. We feel so raw. (March 11)
Sweet, comforting friends keep telling me my children will be OK and that this will help them grow. I agree. But I just want to say *I* MISS THE CAT! *I* hate that he suffered! I will never forget the haunting sound of his little kitten body giving up the ghost (and a lot of violent throw up) when he died and we all rushed around him with helpless cries of despair. Last night I blustered in from the icy winds and I just wanted to call him at the door one last time. So I did.And then I cried. Golden sat there in front of his fresh grave Sunday evening for a long time alone in the darkening freeze, and Sparrow went out to her with a blanket so they could huddle through that bleary ache together. I haven't worked in three days. Isn't it strange that this cat who is just an ANIMAL --and we eat animals every day-- could make me cry so much? I mean, I experienced the death of my own MOTHER and two miscarriages. What IS this strange thing called grief, that I know in a few days will be dull and accepted and in a few months probably completely forgotten? I can only hope it fuels me to treasure my people and all our moments more. More depth. More breath. More intention. Less fussing. Go slower. Be tender. I pray I can make these things habits NOW while I have fuel, so when the grief goes away, the good from it will have been permanently built into our life. (march 14)
One week ago, had a midwife appointment in the morning. "3-4 cm," she said, "see you tonight or tomorrow." She was spot on. She knew more than me, and I'm 6 babies in! I didn't even realize I was in full on labor all that afternoon... A week later, the bruises on my arms from hep lock attempts are purpling and changing shape, but I'm insanely grateful for the water birth I finally experienced after 11 years of wondering. (Barely made it in in time, but I GOT IT!) A desire fulfilled is a tree of life. And a second son is a love multiplier. We are all in baby bliss in our little brown house. Here I get to nurse again, submit to rest again, exercise more wisdom, grow into more patience and letting go, remember that like God, part of my identity is THE NOURISHER. We are turning to gold. (Hope to have complete birth story written out soon on the blog!) xoxo let your children drive you to love today. (apr. 5)
We are trying to get ready to go camping with some friends of ours. There was a peeing-in-the bed situation last night, and I woke up at 9 AM feeling all foggy and hung over, and following those mom goose chases: gotta get coffee. sees the peed-on lovey blankie on the couch, starts laundry, remembers children need to eat, but MUST clean stove before cooking bc it's awful, goes to pantry to replenish baking soda so stove can be cleaned, sees the wheely bug newly fixed but kids say the wheel is jammed, spend 20 minutes cutting hair out of the wheel. Oh. me-gunness. Well we finally accomplished both coffee and breakfast and put the 10 lbs of potatoes into the crock pot for tonight's soup. I need another cup of coffee. And clearly, it's time to put on Napoleon Dynamite.(may 30)
Piglet: "Supposing a tree fell, Pooh, when we were underneath it?"
Pooh: "Supposing it didn't."
Piglet was comforted by this.
A mother's job can be defined in being the one who says "supposing it didn't." -June 24
Shout out to Golden. Elegant, intuitive, compassionate. But also silly.
😜 Cause that's good and right when you're 8 and life's great. Blaise there, he's a snuggla. He will cling to people's shoulders or clothes or jewelry when they hold him, like a koala babe. He's just a happy little potato, and charmed by simply EVERYTHING. 👉How's your summer going? I guess all of America is smack dab in the full swing of it by now. 👉We just finished up our year's documentation for school and are still finishing math, so... We're still waiting for it to really begin. 😁 Homeschool goals already shaping up for next year though. This year ended up somehow being way too math focused and I am discussing with @bibliobites how to BEST stick to the Charlotte Mason standard of 20 FOCUSED minutes per day. Good work vs. long or multitudinous work, and eliminating dawdling. I think I also need to re-read Home Education. Summerishness over here is already so fun, lots of family games and read-alouds in the studio and hanging out with Daddy in the evening while he paints. Oh and we FINALLY managed to meet up with the local homeschool group at a park! 😂 #friendgoals #localgoals Nearly everyone I love that likes us too (😜) lives uber far away. So happy Monday! -July 17
"Double trouble," the man sitting on his stoop pronounced as he saw me pulling Pippa and Silver by in the little blue wagon on our evening walk. But... He hadn't seen the baby lying in Pippa's lap, and should I tell him that there are three more at home? That guy doesn't know the half of it! I'd better not break his brain. I stroll away, smiling, the little girls piping up in shrill, indignant voices behind me, "We not trouble!" Trouble? Indeed no. You're my treasures. And I have a lot of them.
Blaise is making friends with a very tolerant kitty. 
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