We've all been sick; yes, even me.
Went thrifting for the first time as a family of four where Luther discovered the obsolete world of VHS.
The ever eager helper.
"You're my girl Sinclair. You're my girl."
Modeling her girl power shirt from Auntie Kelly.
Making a birthday card for our beloved landlady who turned 94 last week.
Ugh, the Sickness. I'm typing this right now with a sore throat. At least Pierce and I alternated our sickest days so we were at able to care for each other. And the kids. Sinclair got a real nice eye infection, and Luther developed a fever, a runny nose that rivaled Niagara Falls for sheer volume, and then managed to puke all over our bed.
On Saturday we tried to make it to our church's rummage sale, only to miss it by about 10 minutes. So instead we went to Boomerangs in Roxbury and totally scored. Also, Roxbury is super cute; would love to live there.
Luther and Sinclair really have this whole sibling thing down. L. dotes on her, excessively. And S. doesn't seem to mind. She seems fascinated by his antics, and if she's fussy, she tends to quiet down when he gets up in her face. It's really quite adorable.