"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Today we checked out a few dozen picture books from the library and read them in the afternoon. While Charlotte napped, Isaiah and I had ice cream cones (I had bought a box of cake cones). She saw the box when she woke up though, and was furious that I wouldn't give her any (we'd eaten up the last of it). They both love ice cream.

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