On Friday morning, the older boys and I got to enjoy some time outside while Baby P napped.
C put a bug in his acorn collecting container and brought it over to me. After explaining that it looked like a harmless bug and we should leave it alone, he proceeded to still stomp on it. (So little impulse control.) The bug did not survive the stomp. So, here is C listening intently as I explained why we probably should not have killed that bug.
C put a bug in his acorn collecting container and brought it over to me. After explaining that it looked like a harmless bug and we should leave it alone, he proceeded to still stomp on it. (So little impulse control.) The bug did not survive the stomp. So, here is C listening intently as I explained why we probably should not have killed that bug.
Playing t-ball...
But after a while, it was time to go inside...
Oh, yes - one more photo. Look closely at smiling Baby P and you can see 2 bottom teeth...

A poem called Song for a Fifth Child by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton posted today on MckMama's blog helps illustrate how 'babies don't keep'.
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