talk about it more

a virtual baby book

When she was two, Fiona regularly said "Talk about it more!" to express her desire to know more about whatever we were discussing.

Sunday, July 01, 2007


We went to Saturday evening Mass so that we could have the coolest part of Sunday to work together in the backyard. Our yard is rather, uh, "natural", and when weeds are taller than the air conditioner, it does give a person pause.

You may be able to see from these pictures, however, that when the four of us gather in the backyard, we have a difficult time being serious about much of anything except goofing around. We pulled some weeds (three full garbage cans of weeds and brush from the backyard alone!), followed some bugs, sifted through some dirt, had snacks at the kitchenette that Aunt Nancy sent us (thanks, Aunt Nancy!), enjoyed the swing, collected walnuts for Toot Toot's squirrels, and generally had a jolly old time. We knew it was time to go in when Nora hit the wall and began walking around keening for dinner.

Not surprisingly, we still have a fair amount of work to do. But when work is this much fun, who can complain?


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