Finally, a picture where my inability to smile on cue does not ruin Leah's inability to stop smiling. Here we are in what appears to be a listing ship but is in fact my sister's house with my Dad holding the camera a teeny bit slanty.

As you can see, Max has packed on a few pounds and his face is getting too big for his small neck to hold up, and so the neck up and vanished. The doctor tells us it will return.

We had come to my sister's house that day for the purpose of showering, because now that we are selling our house, it needs grout. And so I grouted. Grouting involves smearing limestone paste in the cracks in tiles immediately after making said cracks with a dangerous and scary little knife and inhaling enough white dust to make your nose full of a glue. It's big fun. But the grout looks good and it is always nice to be able to answer questions about your weeked by saying you grouted. There was also painting, the worst activity ever. Hopefully, the new house will never need any maintenance.