stinker.

 he was pretty proud of himself though.

 my big helpers cleaning the bathtub.

 friends.

 sewing doll clothes

 we're a mess.  usually.

 toothless.  she's lost another one since this.

 norman's dance class.

 he was pretty excited to start dance class.

 he's got his own dance shoes now.  they're little man taps and pretty darn cute.  we had to get super extra wide to fit his stable platforms.

seven

ahhhh.  i can not believe my baby girl is seven, or will be tomorrow morning.  this year we have to do birthday a little differently, but i think it will work out just fine.  we usually play hooky from life and let the birthday kid plan the day, but with marls being sick this week and ben having to work tomorrow, we have to postpone our day of hooky.  but we will be doing birthday dinner and cake at granny's tomorrow night.  before dance class tonight.

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I keep thinking that life is going to get less crazy, but that's just not the case.  We are selling our house.  So, you know, AHHHHHHHH.  Last time we tried to sell our house my anxiety got so bad I went on meds for it.  I'm off of those now, but a valium sure sounds nice right about now.  Just kidding.  But my anxiety is crazy again.  I think I might be a tad bit of a control freak, as situations that are beyond my control are what send me over the edge.  Life selling your house.  Anywho.  That is neither here nor there.

officer davis at the fair this past fall.

norman is not a fan of cows.  check out that side eye.

watching the lady trick riders.