Van: Spent some time in the pool and referred to his fingers as becoming blueberries. I think the reference he was going for was raisins. Tried a pop tart for the first time and, of course, loved it; so-much-so that when he was done he begged for more, complaining that his “muscles aren’t big” (and therefore needs more). When we asked him to show us his muscles, he pointed both index fingers fiercely up to the sky. He’s got some mean index finger muscles. Also, threatened to flush me down the toilet because I wouldn’t give him candy. Check out that mean face in that third shot. Woah, settle down now, Van.

Hooper: Spends a lot of time on his hands and knees pretending to be a kitty. Has also been into digging for dinosaur bones. The first pic of him is reminiscent of his preschool photo, which I really ought to share here soon because, well, you’ll see…

Me: Felt like mom-of-the-year for handling both kiddos and Jimmie while away from home all week. Last time we joined Willy for one of his business trips, I swore we’d never do it again. I should never swear. Also, check out my hyper extended fingers, wowza.

Jimmie: Bit through two more leashes, bringing the total to somewhere in the ballpark of six. We finally bought him a chain leash. If you’re wondering if it took us six leashes to be bitten through before we opted for a metal one, it did. I’m a bit bummed we couldn’t get him into the Photo Booth. Maybe next time…