Trying, and failing, to have fun cross country skiing
Art’s almost injury
He was super excited to go his friend’s house last week and was racing around the house in slippery wool socks. Tumble tumble and down the stairs (only one half) he went. He landed hard on his rib, hard enough to no want to move etc. Here’s the x-ray which revealed a whole lotta nothing. He was (and is) fine. 
Primping
One big bubble.
Art’s bed is the most popular spot for napping.
I’d write something about this if I knew what the hell was going on.
Nanna and her grandchildren
“I’m just so optimistic about this can opener.” -Jessica
Jessica to Lewis as he eats crackers
See crumbs coming out of your mouth while you shove that in like a barbarian?






