photos to pass the time

I'm sitting here in an almost empty house watching movers load our possessions onto the biggest moving truck you've ever seen. Eighteen wheels aren't good enough for this truck. No, it needs 22. Our stuff takes up a sliver of the truck, but still it's taking an age to load. The movers are being careful, and I don't think they're wasting time. But I'm a little bored, can't leave the house, and am out of productive things to do. So you win -- I'm passing time by putting a few photos on the blog. I'll put up photos of the new house when I have some, which should be soon. Until then, enjoy these of your favorite twins.



Juniper and the girls in front of Boulder's signature mountain range, the Flatirons. Note the scrubby vegetation. These are not Vermont's mountains -- we're on the high plains.



M examines cupcakes at a good-bye party for us at our playgroup in Minneapolis.


O loves the merry-go-round. This one is in Delaware, but we hope to discover one in Colorado before long.

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LisaBe said…
omigosh! they're such big girls! sooo cute with their little bobs. aunty mitch has a bob, too, now :) yay!
September 1, 2007 at 6:18 AM
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