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October 18, 2009



But I'll eat him up, I love him so . . . and you're welcome!


I told him last night, "I think this is going to be a pretty cool sweater." I'm trying to keep him interested. And he says with his new fancy I'm-the-Smartest-Kid-in-the-World tone, "I already knew that."

I think we're going on Tuesday.


We did a pseudo "Where the Wild Things Are" photoshoot on Flickr. Just a heads up.

tricia weatherston

movie was great, although there was a surreal moment where the wild things are all growling and I can hear myself snoring. People around me probably thought I was just really into the movie.

Ninja's can wear orange and black sweaters

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