::one hundred and fifty-nine:: Is it any secret that I really love the way the afternoon light plays though our big living-room windows?
::one hundred and sixty:: Stella has this game. She says, "wet's pway sweeping!" And then closes the curtains. X infinity / per day. I have this thing. I hate a dark room during the day. It's a constant source of conflict between the two of us.
::one hundred and sixty-one:: Hugo always has his fingers in his mouth. For a while I thought that he was teething, but now I think it's just his thing.
::one hundred and sixty-two:: Example 3563927 of how Hugo wants to be one of the big kids.
::one hundred and sixty-three:: Stella is four. And strong willed. And dramatic. And semi-logical in the way that only a four-year-old can be. But I will always think of her in this stage of our lives as the most tender and kind-hearted little thing. She spends a good portion of each day hugging her brother, and always, always, wants to cuddle him first thing in the morning.
::one hundred and sixty-four:: We were on our own this particular Saturday, the kids and me, so we made the most of it an headed out to Kemang for a play.
::one hundred and sixty-five:: She really loves her papi. We went out to brunch with our friends to celebrate Father's Day.
I'm hopign to be caught up pretty soon on this project. Wish me luck!
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