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that's my child

don't you think this kid could be a model? he's showing his versatile expressions:
from left: playful; direct and disarming; brooding and deep.

somehow i've got to find a system that doesn't leave me scrambling on the weekends to get housework done. i know, i know - do a load of laundry every evening during the week, put things away as soon as you're done with them ... i know these things. yet each weekend finds me scrambled-ly washing and folding and straightening and cleaning. (a HUGE caveat - i should say finds US doing those things. thank god my husband is not afraid to do housework. he's way better at it than i am and our house would be a shambles without him.)

this saturday was only worse, because i had to be at the mall for an event saturday afternoon. so i missed the tailgating adventures of john and daddy - see above. i am extremely proud to say that i am not even responsible for the mohawk - that was daddy and a couple of loving "aunties." they did note that with the mohawk, he is more recognizable as my child. i took that as a compliment!

fortunately, my event was over right around the time daddy and john burned out on tailgating, so i got to go join them for dinner and then we went to visit with grandma (and let dad borrow auntie's espn so he could watch HIS football game). we had a great visit!

sunday of course was church, the highlight of which was THIS pic as we walked to the car - the sun was too bright and when john found out i didn't have his sunglasses, he told daddy he was going to hide in his shoulder.

my heart swells ...

sunday afternoon john and i were ambitious: we went on a walk without the stroller. i figured we'd only make it a block or two, but we actually walked 1/2 mile to the park in our neighborhood, where john went down slides and ran in the sand. unfortunately, he wore himself out ... so i had to carry him 1/2 mile home. awesome planning on my part, but we still had a great time. 

i was so proud of john when we saw a little fluffy white dog in a neighbor's yard and he said confusedly, "mommy, is that a kitty dog?" i've always said if it's under 60 lbs it's not a dog ... (exceptions made for my cousin's string of very petite labs!) 

as exhausted as i was when we got back home, john was soon raring to go - and climbing everything in sight. including this diaper box, which is actually a part of his choo choo train in the picture below. (the scooter thingy is the engine.)


so on the whole, a crazy busy weekend (aren't they all) but still plenty of lovely john time ... hoping next weekend brings a little more whole-family time, since i feel like we're seldom all in the same room anymore. the plight of the american family, no?



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