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I'm going to update you on the past 23 days in pictures. Seriously, 23 days? Positively shameful!

George squriting himself with a water bottle. It was about 10 minutes of quality entertaiment.

Bradley + leaf blower + basket of balls = 45 minutes of quality entertainment.

He hovered a variety of different types of balls. This was the best picture of my squishy Miracle Ball. It was fun watching the ping pong balls shoot out too.

We spent five weekends (yes, that's right, FIVE weekends cleaning and remodeling our garage. It had seven years of accumulation and junk and roach poop. It was A LOT of work, but so worth it. We hauled a bunch of stuff away to Goodwill, painted, and got carpet for half the garage, so the kids could play and study in there. This deserves a whole post, so hopefully I will post.

Always a good spot for the cordless phone. It's hanging on the back of the blinds on the back door.

Squeeze bottles for relish are just not a good idea. Chunks of pickle just don't come out smoothly from a 1/2 inch hole, and sometimes you end up with a pile.

Jason turned 5 years old!! But he crushed his birthday crown doing a flip off the couch.

We have moved onto rectangle cakes that are easily divisible by 9.

Playing in a box of crayons.

The after picture. Just to give you an idea of how much work this is....normally our garage is filled to maximum capacity with bikes, storage bins, gardening stuff and junk. We took it ALL out and it was on our lawn. People thought we were having a garage sale. I painted it a semi-gloss white, and that black on the right hand side is chalk board.

Wendy learned how to ride her bike without her training wheels. Mostly.

We got a new pencil sharpener. It was totally awesome, but it broke one week later :( 

I am shopping for a vintage steel one on eBay. I cannot find a good pencil sharpener!

"Look, Mommy! Four legs!"

Daddy and George. My husband and I decided we don't take enough pictures of ourselves with the kids, so we are trying to take more so our kids remember what we looked like after we are dead.

Reading. George loves books.

She's looking so grown up!

Wendy's a nut.

This is the night that Jason ate an entire 20 oz. can of crushed pineapple for dinner.

Finishing his ice cream.

Whip cream!

There. That should be good for a few days? Weeks? I promise not months.