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Spring!

After the never ending winter, it became summer, then finally settled into spring.  We are currently making up for lost time and spending all the daylight hours outside.  I should probably come in and clean the house at some point, but I think I'll wait until summer rolls back around and it's too hot to be outside.  

The kids have recently reached some new mile stones.  The boys are becoming readers and are learning all kinds of new words they aren't allowed to say...they are also becoming better workers and helpers than ever.  We seem more or less past "survival mode" with the twins and can finally start soaking in all the fun parts of the toddler stage.  

It's not all smooth sailing though.  It's still dangerous to take a bathroom break in the middle of the day.  Carter decided to help herself to the maple syrup when I did that this week.  A solid 6oz flooded her plate, found it's way down the table, a dining room chair and onto the floor.  I had to mop three times, and I'm still sticking in spots.  The ants love her.  
  
Emerson is constantly packing around a dead lizard and a handful of worms or caterpillars.  It's become increasingly important to check her pockets before washing clothes.  

Speaking of washing clothes, the boys have given up on keeping their socks washed and just re-wear the whitest pair they can find, which is none of them.
  
And all the kids can talk now, so there's that.  

Finally, I stepped on a rotten chicken egg at the neighbor's house.  It was a new and unforgettable experience for all of us.  If you know, you know.

On that note, happy spring!    

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