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| on the way home from the airport Luke tries on Grampa's assortment of hats. |
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| the last rescued veggies were made into the most delicious turkey pot pie. um - yum! |
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| Like mother, like son. When a mother goes around half-dressed and doesn't bother to do her hair, what can you expect from her precocious two-year old? |
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| what are they making? now that's a silly question. |
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| Grampa and Luke go for walks to the park. |
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| race cars need somewhere to crash...playdough! |
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| sorry for the crazy eyes. just had to wait too long for somebody to take the picture. |
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| oh but you should see it. it's a thing of beauty. all cleaned up. yucky old stuff that I never harvested tossed away - never to be seen or heard from again! and tomorrow's task: buy and plant the perfect apple tree (requirements: hardy, good for pies AND juice/cider, and preferably something that will grow several feet per year - we're in a hurry for apples). All of this thanks to my Dad who claims, "I know nothing about gardening!...in Manitoba." |
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