We are dogsitting for our neighbor and the boys are having a blast with this one year old boxer.

This is what I came across last night before getting into bed. Esco used to run away at the sound of Takeshi’s voice; now he looks for him at bedtime. Only took 4 years but he is one pwned cat.

Here is an example of what happens when you are not paying attention and grab the wrong buzzer to cut your child’s beautiful, soft, flowing hair. My poor Kenji now looks naked and I am mortified. I feel that Takeshi looks better with less hair (since his is so unruly) but Kenji’s face is so nicely framed by his hair. Well, it *was.*

Kenji woke up at 3:30 this morning and threw up on me. Thankfully we still cosleep so I could hold him as he continued to vomit, which he did while laying on his side and fell back to sleep. He seemed ok when he woke up for the day but he threw up around 11 and now he’s lethargic and wants to be held.

The boys like to remove the seaweed wrappings from their rice cracker snacks. As you can tell by their faces, this is serious work.