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My son A.W. is six years old.  My daughter A.G. is six months old.  As I play with her, I am reminded of some of the fun times A.W. and I had when he was younger.  I really tried to see the messes and crayon marks in the proper perspective and enjoy the fun in the moments.  So here are a few photos to give you a peek into the typical days around our home back then.

This is one of my favorite photos.


The architect

Tiger stripes on his face... with marker, of course!

Don't bother me, I'm working.

“It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding. ”
Erma Bombeck