Summer in the city.
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| Ah, the smiling happy people | Emma, Micah and James | Clearly the rules are being violated | It was a wet June | |
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| Micah really helps... | Playing parking garage | The view from up here on W. 112th St. | Micah usually reads lighter fare. | |
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| Kira practices her New York gestures. This one means "It ain't my job, bub" | This one means, "Thank you for not stealing my newspaper" | "Where's the ejection button?" | Micah does maintenance on his worm farm. Gotta do it, or the worms drown in their own filth. | |
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| Yes Micah, when you were little we used to sneak into your room and take pictures of you sleeping. Sorry about that. | Posterior. Or is it dorsal. | Anterior. Ventral. Whatever. | Cars are out of the garage now. Micah spends a frightening amout of time doing this. | Micah is feeding his doll. |
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| Takes after Dad. | Smoosh. It's a recurring theme. | Micah makes us a lot of cakes. | ||
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| Out for a walk (NJ), we ended up spending most of the time in a rusty tractor. | Micah is learning his letters. | Hold still, won't you? | ||
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| Last day of school with teachers. |