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We went back to Williamsburg today. Today was another extraordinary day, with temperatures in the 70's. Tomorrow's forecast is rainy and the temperature won't reach much more than 50 degrees. I figure that we should enjoy a last hurrah before the cooler weather settles in. Never mind that the washing machine decided to stop working this morning. Tomorrow seems like the perfect day to call a repairman. I promise there are not nearly so many photos.

Waiting for dad to finish talking with the gunsmith.

Still waiting, in black and white.

How many kids can you fit in one stroller?

I love fall.

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  1. We've had some unseasonably gorgeous weather here, too, lately. Drop Everything And Have Some Fun Outdoors gorgeous, because February will be here soon enough. :-)

    How is your little guy doing with his weight?

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    1. Oh, February is such a hard month!

      Peter is gaining nicely with about 12 oz. of formula a day as a supplement. We bought a kitchen scale to weigh him at home. We lay him on a cookie sheet!

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  2. I hope there wasn't a baby under that pile. ;-)

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    1. He was in the snugli. Give him a year though, and I am sure he will be one of the gang!

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  3. I just love those little glasses!

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