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Art says, "I'm tired." Mom says, "Oh.  Do you want to take a nap? It's kind of early." Art says, "Yeah..."  Walks into the house.  "I did a lot of things today."

Ever since the moment we bought our house four years ago I was bummed there was no spot to build a swing (I grew up with one and understand their neccesity). I finally came up with an idea to hang a chain between two big (and semi-branchless) trees, than hang a couple ropes down from that. It worked! It actually works real good. And since it's real high Art can swing out really far. I'm quite proud, and Arthur is quite happy.

Art and his friend, Maura, dance to songs from music class. Probably Don Alfredo Baila , a song they both LOVE. Here Art is having his hair washed, something that is a traumatic experience in the Garvin household. Lots o' screaming and crying. My mom said, "Have you tried goggles?" Definitely less screaming and crying with the goggles on, even though they started filling up with water.

This e-mail just in from Jessica (and Arthur) ------------------------- ...and we went to the Art institute! He was pretty impressed with the building when he first walked in, he liked the stairs, and we looked for a Hugomungous painting. We found one. He said, "Is that Hugo-mungous?" And we saw many statues and sculptures in the Asian wing. We ate lunch in the Family Room and played with some blocks and a birch-bark canoe. Before we went in I crouched down to his level and said, "There are a few rules in the museum. You have to use a quiet voice when you talk, you have to walk - no running, and you have to keep your hands to yourself. You can't touch the art. " He did a great job. Never ran, even whispered sometimes, and didn't try to touch anything. That's our story. Now i"M just hoping he will take a snooze. Talk to you sooN! jessoon / k b. obg2ertyhujiklp;['] \;.' .;.lp=.///OO|n / - Arthur

My mother in Arkansas, my aunt in Arizona, my father in North Carolina--all report walking into their local Target's and spotting a huge Art (he's the kid on the left). Yes, he's selling cheap shirts made in indonesia or china, and I feel a little guilty. He will now be modeling for friends and family only . Payment by hug, glass of milk, or any small red fruit (rasberry, strawberry, cherry, ect).

My mama (hi Mama) has e-mailed recently to request a better photo of Lew and his growing body.

Today Art and I went on a long bike ride to Lake Harriet northward to Lake Calhoon. We stopped to walk on train tracks, put our feet in the water, and ate some fried fish.

Art wakes up (click here)

This is not the real America at Home book. It a custom one I put our own photo on (part of their marketing schtick). I was one of a number of photographers around the country who photographed for the coffee table book.

we'll have to post some old photos for a while (new camera is in the mail). This is a photo of me and josh and my mother a long time ago in Indiana. wasn't (isn't) my mother beautiful?

About a half hour after I put Art to bed he called out and said, "I want to talk to Mama about my day!" He did go down to bed a little early, so I figured, "Ok!" I think I got a taste of what was going through his head for the past 30 minutes. He dashed from topic to topic, from things that happened today, yesterday, and even weeks ago. It was quite wonderful. Art: We went with Maura to the restaurant. We runned. Me: Yes. We had fun with her. Art: You [He meant "I"] pushed Maura and she didn't like that. Me: No, she didn't. But you stopped pushing her. Art: We took the city bus. [Long pause] We saw sticks in the water. [That was yesterday] Me: Yes. And you threw sticks in the water! Art: We saw sticks in the water and we threw them. [Long pause] Is it dark outside? Me: Yes. Art: Wanna see that dark? Me: Ok. [Gets out of bed and goes to his window] Art: It's dark outside. Birds are getting ready for bed. Me: Yes, they are. Art: Birds...

So, it was a lovely week at the cottage. I haven't been up there (it's actually down, but what do I know?) during the weekdays since i was a teenager. I forgot how peaceful and hypnotic it can be, even with two small children. So much sitting and listening to the breeze... and Lewis fuss... and then the breeze again... http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf FULL SCREEN SLIDESHOW Art was immediately interested in walking down to the water and playing in the sand. He didn't waste any time. We did all the traditional cottage things - ate bacon, bratwursts and hot dogs (not all at one time!), had sweet corn (however, Wisconsin corn isn't ready yet so it was from Georgia), sat in the hammock, went for walks, drove into Wautoma for groceries... and diapers..., got mosquito bites, had a fire and roasted and burned marshmellows, went swimming (well, Ben and Art did. Our beach was in bad shape and unswimmable so I stayed back at the cottage with Lew and Ben and ...