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I am so glad my boys' teachers have used some of their time to teach poetry.  After I was awestruck by Lewis' lizard poem he told me he used three techniques: alliteration, repeating a line ("imagine...) and I don't even remember the third.  Probably too fancy.  (I corrected all his spelling for this just to make it easier to read). Lizee the Lizard by Lewis Imagine  the bones How tiny  they  would be Imagine  the brain as big as a pebble Imagine the  leopard gecko living lizard.

can't remember if we shared this poem art write a few months ago when he first learned to the beauty and fun of typing.

The other day the girls and I rode our bikes a few blocks south the Minnehaha Creek for a picnic. I wasn't planning on much until Netta came downstairs with a beautifully packed basket with a carefully folded blanket inside. It turned out to be quite a proper little experience, complete with a pretend baby and owl. Lovely.

Arthur, who sometimes reads this blog, left this little note for the Easter Bunny that I find sorta heartbreaking. Basically saying, "I'm growing up but I'm in no hurry to grow up so do what you have to, Easter Bunny." Netta sharing her loot with Bailey

Recently I spoke at a photo convention in D.C. and the highlight was spending time with my good friend Ed, his wife Jenna and their new person Jack. Ed's favorite spot in the city:

This year's April Fools post wasn't a blog post here but I wanted to share it here in some form as a way of archiving it so the kids can enjoy it when they're old enough to appreciate it! So, briefly, I made a fake blog with a fake art critic who wrote a fake post about 4-year-old Bailey's artwork. The blog is here , but I doubt that site will be up for years so I'm pasting the thing below. My father Tim wrote it entirely, and it's pretty damn funny. First, a Facebook post linking to the blog: Here's a spectacularly weird and fun thing. Three days ago we got call from a guy called David Dachelet, a retired art critic from New York Magazine. He saw our 4-year-old daughter Bailey's art after a mutual friend of ours in NY sent him a link to a facebook post I had made. He said he was inspired to write a little blog about it. Cool! We talked a while and he was asking all sorts of questions about Bailey, our family, etc, I sent him some more photos. And then ...