Lars got back from Spain just before bedtime, to Tor's great delight.
He (Lars, not Tor) returned desperately wanting to smoke some ribs, so we had a few people over.
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| Lars's stunt double, Joe |
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| Passed out in the heat |
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| Keeping it tasteful |
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| With Madeline in her hot-weather jumper |
In other news this week, Tor thinks he's an airplane. And I keep trying to get candid pictures of him in the pose, but he sees me coming with the camera and starts hamming.
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| Later, he knocked this poster tube onto his head and screamed about it |
As you can see, he's moving all over the place. No more setting him down on the blanket and going to the bathroom. Now the only safe places are the crib and the playpen.
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| Drool monster! |
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| "Lord of the Rings Risk?! You guys are NERDS!" |
Tor and I are about to fly to San Francisco for Christina's bridal shower, where we'll see all manner of relatives! I wanted to get this post out now, since I anticipate that for the next one, I'll have lots of pictures from the weekend. Wish us luck in the air!!
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