Nancy and I braved the museum with all six kids, and, unbelieveably, we left with no blood shed and all kids fed, content, and accounted for.
Of course, the only good picture I took was on the way out the door when four of the six were strapped into the strollers.
Anne and John finally made it legal. We look forward to these events for the obvious reason—celebrating two people coming together—but we also love that it’s a great excuse to see all the people we don’t see anywhere near enough.
Evrything worked out beautifully. Congrats you two.
More photos for viewing here.
Fresh on the heels of Disney, we scored box seats to the Wiggles. Brooke’s brother works for the newspaper, and it pays to have wiggly friends in high places. Neko had sort of moved past her Wiggles obsession, but was quickly sucked back in when the guys in colored shirts lept on the stage.
She did however, take a moment to wonder, “Where’s Greg?” Sure enough, there was someone else in the yellow shirt tonight. Greg apparently had some major illness and headed back to Australia. Apendicitis or something like that which imakes you much less wiggly.
The best part of the night was hanging out in the box afterwards. The kids bounced off sofas and chairs while the adults held ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS.
