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Finally–the last of the trip photos

It’s taken me a while to get around to posting these photos. It’s not because I don’t care that you’re being deprived of my kids’ ultimate adorableness; it’s because Wesley developed an illness that consisted of him puking copiously all over me at regular, though not frequent, intervals.

Anyway. On to the remaining photos [which are possibly the cutest ones].

We had a blue-and-white stripe apparel festival!

men with overalls:

Mary loves Grandma Cal’s bunny:

Now, the county fair!

Mary in the stroller that Grandma Cal bought for the occasion [this is, incidentally, the perfect stroller–substantial enough to be comfy, light enough to maneuver]:

Wesley and Grandpa Moo, checking things out at the draft horse arena:

Mary had a hot dog:

Wesley and Sue visited Tyler’s lambs, who were washed and jacketed for the show:

Mary watched the beef show [standing next to Grandma Cal]. She quickly figured out and copied the correct livestock-watching stance.

checking out the baby ducks–note the curliness of my hair and Wesley’s.

This is Daisy. And George.

…our companions for the past week [we were dog-sitting].

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On the left: Daisy. She is a very sweet dog. She is not, however, the world’s smartest animal. On our first night at her house, we woke at 4 a.m. to the sounds of crinkling and thumping. When I went downstairs to investigate, I found Daisy careening around the kitchen with a potato chip bag stuck on her head, bumping into the cabinets.

On the right: George. George is a more sedate dog than Daisy as a rule, except that all other dogs are Mortal Enemies and Must Be Devoured. This makes walks with George very interesting [and something of an upper body workout–although he makes up for it by pulling you along so that the walking itself is no work at all].

George was sad that his owners were gone.

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Daisy, by contrast, didn’t even notice. By about day three, they were both following me around and acting obsequious–I assume that is because I was in charge of their food and walks.

They were great with the kids [which is a good thing because Daisy was on thin ice after she ate 2/3 of a jar of peanut butter in the middle of the night–how is it possible that she can’t get her head out of a potato chip bag, but she can open a jar of peanut butter?]. Mary and Wesley both loved them, as you can see from this jumble o’ kids and dogs [please ignore the fact that I am making a face like a war refugee–it had been a long day]:

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Wesley was also obsessed with Nemo, the misanthropic cat–we tried to get him to leave Nemo alone, but there was no telling him what to do. [Yes, it’s true. My response to “Hey, Wesley’s poking an animal who doesn’t like to be poked and has teeth and claws–better get the camera!”]

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“I will catch you yet, Nemo my nemesis!”

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A few other photos:

Wesley, looking like Conor in his bleariest moments:

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And more awake later:

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And possessively caressing Mary’s bottle while drinking his own:

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Mary modeling the hat I made her [it is a birthday present; luckily, by September she will have forgotten that it exists]:

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Mary, at the beach, looking very focused and yet out of focus:

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garden bounty!

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And, finally, home again–Wesley says, “At last! Home sweet porch!”

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