What the fam's been up to while I have been narcissisticly recounting my marathon experience:

Thanks for tolerating those posts.  It was very cathartic to document the marathon thing but man, even I'm sick of me.

Riding bikes, 

eating popsicles, 

tolerating Uncle Lucas' Royal Tenenbaum phase,

sporting Don Draper glasses, 

Walking for Hope, 

squinting one eye more than the other, 

trying not to smile, 

hunting for acorns with Yaya,

playing around with the new camera,

watering dirt,

playing in dog food,

coveting the bf's hair,

eating cake,

and last and certainly most disturbing, giving poor Ringo yet another reason to want to end it all.