at this very moment, my progeny have constructed tents in the living room, which is to say they've gathered every blanket within a two mile radius that wasn't nailed down and have draped them over the back and sides of the couch.
then the four of them crouch in their tents waiting for the signal GO! upon which they dart out from the "escape hatches," barrel around the couch, and zip back under cover.
bee is making them all laugh with his false alarms: ready, set, GOAT! ready, set, GORILLA!
and occasionally elle gets distracted mid-race and strikes her best surfing-stance on a pillow, chanting "how low can you go? how low can you go?" no one is quite sure why.
besides the high entertainment value, it's also quite nice to see how much these children enjoy each other's company in spite of the sharing of some DNA.
and now for an old(ish) photo, which has nothing to do with the rest of this post, but what else is new?
happy weekend, folks.
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