
So, in the past week, we've spent time with Uncle Sara and Wills, I taught my new art class, my 97 year old grandpa died, we got ants upstairs, Henry learned to sign milk, Aidan started hitting me and I made a giant bouquet for our yard debris pick-up man. Both boys think they don't need naps, Libby wrote with great news, twice someone has stopped by the house to ask me to check on my "non responsive" dog (Alexander laying in the sun) and we bought tiny sandals for the little ones. Next is LOBSTERFEST, Michael can't wait!