Sharing is Caring

Juan Migual is freshly back from Costa Rica, his first official trip out of the country (and I believe to anyplace other than New England and Florida where we have family). I keep 2 wall-sized maps in the office peppered with pins pointing out places we have all been. My color is red, Matthew's is black, and now, for the first time ever John (I mean Juan) is going to pick the biggest brightest color he can find and poke it through.

Welcome Home Johnny!

The twins are his and they are getting oh, so big.

One weekend away is almost too much since that means it has been a week and a half, almost two weeks I have gone without seeing them. At this stage they are growing like weeds and their vocabulary significantly improves from one week to the next. We play "What do you see? " on the drive home and they tell me stories and sing songs and point out the biggest trugs (now pronounced "truks") they now also know which side is theirs and I have to try not to cry whilst driving.

Love does funny things to a person.

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I'm back from Provincetown this year with only a fistful of pictures. Typically I take hundreds (literally hundreds) of photos. Look, it's digital okay? There is no waste. But this year? This trip? Not so much.


I will throw this one of me goofily eating a GIANT "Flav-or-Ice" after a hot afternoon at the beach. In case you wonder what the odd face is about it's beacuse my icy had a hole in the plastic so I couldn't get the right amount of suction to properly enjoy said frozen treat.


So begins the Summer!

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And tonight it's Dave Matthews Band at Fenway Park baby.
Look for me in the 8th row.
That's right.
I said 8th row.

PEACE.