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What does Mark get at the end of a hard work week?

Mark gets tackled, that's what Mark gets.

Twenty-Four Weeks

These were the clearest photos I could get of Miss Wiggle.

Blueberries for Frances and Chandler

We hadn't been blueberry picking yet this season, so church got scrapped yet again (next week!).  Mark did most of the picking this time while I took Frances to pee in the woods multiple times.  I made the mistake of singing her a little Peeing In The Woods song that my grandmother sang to me when the occasion warranted and I think she liked it a bit too much.

After picking, we visited the farms goats.  This farm has a genius strategy for preventing the goats from nibbling on the children.  The children put goat food in cups on a conveyor belt and then turn the conveyor belt to take the food to the goats in their goat high rises.  Problem solved.

Chandler got to watch her sister's antics, as usual.

Back home, we made blueberry cobbler.

It was not bad, if you ask me.

Not quite the homemade peach blueberry cobbler with ginger infused ice milk that my overachieving sister made on the same day, but two overachievers in one family would be too exhausting, so I try to keep my goals modest.

Twenty-Three Weeks

Goofing Around with You

And then Frances started getting bored.

Twenty-Two Weeks

Forty-Four Months of Preschooler Frances

This is Auntie Lindsay's fault.  She taught Frances about the joys of hair sculpting while we were in Maine together.

Forty-Four Month Fun Facts

• Frances, the student: More and more these words pass Frances's lips: "I like school." Music to a mother's ears.
• Frances's Mispronunciations: The irregular past tense verbs continue to ellude her.  The other day, I got "swepted" instead of "slept".
• Frances First:  A few days after she turned forty-four months old, Frances made her first trip to the emergency room.  She had fallen off a bench at school and hurt her arm.  She was clearly upset about it, but she let me press on her arm without flinching so I didn't think much of it.  The day after the accident, her school called to say she still wasn't using the arm (because, yes, I had sent her back to school).  I took her to the doctor's.  The doctor sent us to radiology at the hospital.  Radiology sent us to the emergency room.  After a couple hours in the emergency room, we were told Frances's bones had bent but not broken and she was fitted with a splint.  Frances and Chandler were real troopers throughout the experience, and Frances was definitely the least damaged kid in the ER that night, but I so hope that's the worst injury we ever get.  What are the odds?