My girls like to tickle. And their aunt Anny is a wonderful victim. (Uncle Rob, sitting in her legs to pin her down, is not pictured.)

We're also having fun with train rides, carousels, space shuttles, and cousin Abby.



Life, the universe, and motherhood according to me. I'm a feminist, a liberal, a Presbyterian, and mom to three amazing young children, one with Down syndrome. All that is reflected here, along with whatever I might be feeling at the moment (quite often, it will be exhaustion).
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