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Week in review

Thursday of last week was Take Our Daughters And Sons To Work Day. We found this out serendipitously. I've been taking the kids down to David's work on Tuesdays for lunch for a few weeks now, since he works extremely long days on Tuesdays and otherwise they wouldn't really get to see him at all that day. We were in the bathroom there when a lady walked in and was obviously surprised to see such little ones at a college. She asked me if it was TODASTWD, then quickly said, "Oh wait, no, that's Thursday. It's on my calendar." And so, an idea was planted in Lucy's mind.

Lucy got to spend about an hour with David at his office, looking over students' portfolios and waiting while he advised someone. I took the other guys to the library to play while they were doing this. I'm glad she was able to go.

Moving on now, this is Truman later the same day. We'd gone to Papa Murphy's to pick up pizza for dinner (because, as I mentioned, David works looooong hours on Tuesdays!) and Truman was displeased with the type of toppings I'd ordered. I include this picture because often, people want their blogs to only portray the nicest of moments. This is how it really is.


Friday night, we got out the fire bowl for the first time. It was cool enough outside that we liked the warmth of the fire. Our neighbor was kind of funny. He wouldn't leave us alone. We weren't sure if he was nervous about the fire, or terribly bored (his wife and daughter were out at a baseball game), or maybe a pyro. He's a nice guy and all, but I think next time we might do it on the other side of the house.


And finally, Penny. It has rained and rained and rained here. There's a lot of flooding. So finally there was a break in the rain and we got to play outside. 

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