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| Ripping up the ice on Grammy and Harvey's pond upstate. Grif sure as fast and free with no rules or being required to go counter-clockwise, like at a formal ice rink. One downside is falling in the water, which his Mom didn't quite do but started feeling the ice crunch then buckle underneath her, with Griffin just feet away. This Southern chicken-on-ice had ventured too far, too soon in the season it seems. |
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| Boom's first foray on the pond ice, looking good! |
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| A little shifting ice didn't stop us from playing a rousing game of ice hockey. Click HERE to see me barely keep up with Grif actually passing to Boom during our game. Highlight of our weekend! |
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| Sorry Courtney, but this is the best and only shot I have of our Jambalaya dinner with the Tucks. Matthew's reading some Shel Silverstein poetry out loud, as part of our attempt at more memorable and ritualized family dinners, this time with dear friends. |
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| Sick children who puke all night get to eat cake when they recover. Or, should I say they can get a little cake with their icing. |
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| No photos please! That's what Ken and I say on our weekend getaway sans les bebes at the Mill. Lovely and relaxing and bonding! Thanks to Nanny, Papa, and Allison and John for making it possible. |
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| Thought you'd want a taste of Alice's new foray into whimsical comic book characters. |
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| 3 generations of Giants smiles, at the end of a long Superbowl night on the edge of their seats. Griffin's first time up all night for the Superbowl! |
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