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We’ve got Rick, Lightning McQueen dressed as a panda, and a unicorn space princess. As good as it gets.

Today, on the way home from school, Annie asked “When is my paper cut going to stop hurting?” I told her I’d need to look at it. I turned around and saw the below (recreated on-demand at the dinner table):

By far the biggest haul we’ve gotten in Austin

Sometimes we put on the White Stripes and just jump.

Dad outdid himself here, and Annie agrees.

Pig roast VI approaches! I brewed another batch of Pig Roast Pale to accompany the meat. Single hop Citra this time.

You could bottle and sell this I swear. (They’re watching the slipping on ice scene from Bambi)

The lease ran out on the 2016 Kia Soul EV so I bought my third car today: a 2019 Chevy Bolt in “shock” yellow. I call it The Tennis Ball.

Paul and Annie can both climb out of their cribs now. Annie can climb in, but not Paul. So this morning at 5:30 when they both got out of bed and turned on their bedroom light, we knew it was the end of an era.

We’d got them an “OK to wake” clock that turns green when it’s time to get up, but they insisted they could wait two hours for it sitting in their room. I insisted they get back in bed, and we had a fun standoff in the bedroom during the time of morning I usually sip coffee and do the crossword.

After some daylight deliberation the family security council we unanimously passed a resolution to take the plunge and convert both kids to toddler beds.

We’re doomed.