Everything is good so far: the boys are fitfully-happy that Dad is home all day, Dad is tired, and Mom is exhausted. Lily mostly just does baby things the same as the boys did, except she does them in pink.
Dad's home for one more week, and then we deal with powerful separation anxiety and real territorial aggression with little sister.
We went to visit Uncle Gareth at his new place today and we had so much fun! Gareth himself is quite an attraction, but his dog Fargo is a close second. Also, the front yard scored highly in our books, as did the tulle reeds that we ripped from the ground and pretended were swords.
Gareth let us take Fargo on a walk around the block and Zeke got to hold the leash all by himself. He took his job very seriously and loved every minute of it.