Can't seem to get bloggy with it.

Alas, this looks like it will be another photo entry. My children don't seem crazy about the idea of letting me write today...


Family bed, a la Casa de Renee. (If you're wondering, Lenny didn't even try to fit into this, he slept in the kids' bunkbed that's in our room.)



Fionna and Ainslie as "pretty, pretty princesses." The dress that Ainslie is wearing was mine as a kid, except that we're missing the underdress. Fionna added panties to the outfit since "the dress was see-through."





Grady, with his latest love, firecrackers (these are the little poppers that you throw on ground). The ferocious experession is because I told him to smile more than once, and he wanted me to know he WAS smiling (until he got ferocious).



The kids made a Father's Day "statue" for Lenny. It was often higher but this is the best shot we got. (I say "often" because Ainslie was certain it was built specifically to be demolished, and Fionna rebuilt, a lot...)