Well, a monsoon of sorts hit Chicago on Saturday leaving us with all kinds of rain. Not wanting to venture far from the nest, we stuck around home and pulled out the blocks. (See above. This is what happens when Mama runs out of ideas.) Blaise also allowed me to snap a picture of him praying. (Noah, help! Ping, head for the ark!) We finally snuck out Sunday for brunch. I had to laugh as I watched Tommy hobble down the sidewalk juggling the baby, umbrella, and diaper bag all at once. Now that's what I call a hot husband. :)
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