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Its a little quieter and calmer around here lately. At some point a few weekends ago Jeff and I both looked at each other with a wearied sigh and vowed to stay at home more. And we have. We have ventured out for (another) birthday party (this one complete with a drum circle and African drums!) and work and school and errands. But we have also attempted to be at least a tad more homebound. It feels nice.

Rorybear responded to our embrace of home with her own desire to move forward. This weekend she mastered the commando crawl and a perfect hands and knees stance. She has not figured out how to move forward yet (on her knees) but it is coming, and soon.

Jilli has been alternately angry and hilarious, loving and rebellious, dependent and independent in the way that only almost 3 year olds can be. In what will be the first of many smarter-than-her-parents moments last week she described Ms. Kelly's music time. "She brought a bag of toys." Oh? What kind of toys? "A burweh" What? "You know, a borllr" Hmmm, what did it look like? "A DONKEY!" Right....Ms. Kelly also teaches Spanish and brought a burro....we need to catch up our romance languages pronto.

On my way home I saw the first sign of my favorite outdoor fall activity. A french fry trailer sat abandoned on the side of the highway. It took some measure of self restraint not to pull over and start frying up some potatoes, but I continued on. For another week or so we'll hang out here.