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Because we spent our Thanksgiving holiday on our own this year (No extended family, no friends, sorry guys!), we recorded our "feast" to share with all of you.  Oh, and we told the kids to get dressed in fancy clothes, and that is what they came up with.

Don't worry, we sped it up and added a catchy tune.


So here it is, Robinson Thanksgiving 2012.

Or, An Attempt At a Nice Dinner With Four Kids Under 6.

Did you catch the post-pie-plate licking?  Or L1 clapping during the prayer?  Or H1's sunglasses?

Thanks to Kelly for the inspiration.

One month of M1

As of yesterday, M1 has been here for one month. 

She is fitting in seamlessly as the adored younger sister of a boisterous set of older siblings.
It won't last forever, and I sense an intense H1/M1 rivalry on the horizon. 
But when L1 repeats several times a day how cute she is, and wonders if he can hold her, and H1 kisses her forehead repeatedly, and W1 gazes at her and plays with her toes, I have hope for the future.

Because we are meant for her, and she is meant for us.

The hospital visit

The evening after M1 was born, my parents brought the kids to the hospital to meet her.  

They spent 5 minutes in wonderment over their new baby sister, and the next 25 finding ways to make trouble.  

A fairly constant theme around here, I must say.

#4

She broke all the Robinson records: latest, heaviest, fastest.

7lb 8oz 5:29am

An evening outing fueled by slurpees.

A warm evening.  

Free slurpee night at 7-11.  

Highland park to catch the tail end of the lilac blooms.

Silly children. (I blame the slurpees.)

Did I mention that my mom is here?  She's here to play the wait-for-this-baby-to-be-born game with us.  We are so lucky she's here!  If she wasn't, this waiting would be so much more stressful, and a lot less fun.

A weeknight with the Redwings

While I enjoyed a girl's night out (a pregnancy celebration), R1 braved the local ballpark with the kids. 

Generous friends gave us their box seat tickets, so the kids got to enjoy their first baseball game in style. 

They had a fabulous time eating junk food, meeting the team mascot, and staying up way past their bedtimes.

Hair by L1

One Sunday, noonish, in May I walked up the stairs to find a trail of hair leading me down the hallway.  3-inch-blonde-locks.  I followed the trail to my bedroom and found L1 happily cutting H1's hair in the middle of my bed.

I didn't get an action photo because L1, immediately guilt-ridden, ran out of the room.  H1 was just upset that they got caught and didn't want to have to stop. 

Luckily, the hair left on H1's head was about chin length, and easy to cut into a cute bob.  Which was good, because all this went down about an hour before church.

So, we repaired the damage, repeated the mantra "haircuts are only done by mom or dad", and every one lived happily ever after.