miles' newest poetry

Acorn

A french head
with a beret
small brain inside
squirrel scoots along
Uh-oh
by-bye world
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Munch! Munch! Munch!
MMMM!

Miles Hanson
12-21-09

miyo's obsessed with boobs

I was putting Miyo's boots on her, so I lifted her up and sat her on the freezer in the mud room. I was pushing her leg into the boot with the bottom of the boot on the center of my chest. She asks, "Why are you putting my boots on you boobs?" I told her it wasn't my boobs it was my chest (ladies, we all know it would hurt, so I wouldn't do this). Anyway, she continues, "You have boobs." And I said, "You have boobs too." (I don't KNOW why?) She totally got mad and said, "I don't have you boobs, my boobs are different, like my daddy's!"

miles is still hilarious

Yesterday, while walking towards my white van, I thought I read "car" written in the black salty crud us Minnesotans have on our cars all winter. I laughed, not really getting it, but remembering how fun it was to write on cars (don't let Hal (my dad) catch you).

Then I was waiting in the driveway this morning, with Murphy, for his bus to come. In Miles' hand is written, "Carter, I'm inside." I laughed so hard. It's hilarious to me that, 1. he thought Carter would look at the side of my vehicle for a message. 2. That Carter would notice it at all. And/or, 3. Maybe they actually planned it out, "I'll leave you a message on my mom's van..."

miles' poem

November

Frost stealthily
settles on the cold
November grass

Leaves cling onto
bare branches
as they plummet
to their death

Squirrels straddle
for hibernation

Lakes wait
to be hushed to sleep

Children brace themselves
for November
birds drift south
as the day creeps by

Earth
takes it final turn
as the day retires

my mom found this next to her love letters to my dad

what is butt dust? email from my sister keri

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: 'Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?'

MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six.'

STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. 'I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window.'

BRITTANY (age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's me?'

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said, 'It makes my teeth cough.'

DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I cost?'

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'

MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad, 'Why is he whispering in her mouth?'

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: 'The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.' Concerned, James asked: 'What happened to the flea?'

The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget...
This particular Sunday sermon...'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust...' He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'

Down with United-Shitty-Ass-Hospital!

United Hospital is terrible, don't go there if you live in the Mpls/St. Paul area. Gave birth to my first child there and couldn't walk afterwards, they sent me home w/o checking what was wrong (large football-sized cyst along with destroyed ovary removed 5 months later, at another hospital who found it). I was in constant pain and couldn't walk much/get out of bed/put right foot over side of tub w/o severe pain... for 5 months. Now they are telling me their diagnosis of a broken foot on Murphy (x-rays and all) is an insect bite (3 days later). But he's still limping. WTH?

PS: This is also the hospital where I went when bleeding occurred during my second pregnancy. The snotty-bitch check-in lady said, "I'm just letting you know, if you are miscarrying, we can't do anything about it." Then I went up to ask a question, and the guy in front of me at the counter was told, "Sir, move to the side, the woman behind you is hemorrhaging and gets priority care." Thanks for sharing my business with the world, Hagasaurus Rex. PS: I did miscarry, but not for 2 more days, and on that day after waiting 1 1/2 hours in the waiting room they found a heart beat. After they transferred me to the Birth Center, where healthy pregnant women were while I balled my head off. Then being wheeled back down to ER because they don't do miscarriages in the birthing center. Mistake after mistake, after mistake...

murphy broke his foot

This is not Murphy's x-ray. This kid in the picture actually fractured two bones. Murphy fractured the top of his foot somehow (one bone, like a crack), and with his swollen foot he managed to jump on the couch and run around, with barely a whimper. I freaked and Shene drove Murphy and me to the ER. Turns out, he must have landed wrong or dropped something on it. Even with a PCA and his parents and uncle and brother and sister in the house, no one had a clue, till Shene gave him his nightly bath and he whimpered a little when she scrubbed the bottoms of his feet. But if you tell him to pee in the toilet, he'll cry and swear for half an hour. Confusing little sweetie. I'm just glad he's not FREAKING out. Maybe tomorrow he will, when he wakes up with a splint. If he gets even half way close to unwrapping it, I'm demanding a cast. I can't keep bandaids on him, I have no idea how he will react to a splint and bindings. Poor sweetheart.

mom this goes out to you

one of my ultimate karaoke songs!

mason jennings the ultimate lover through song

james taylor is my fantasy commune husband

don mclean how are you so you?

miyo and her neighborhood "family"

We live across the street from a retired couple. Their daughter moved in with her twins, a boy and a girl, until she can move into her new townhouse. Miles obsessively plays with them and sometimes Miyo goes with too. She calls (yells, screams, pick the word you like) across the street, "Grampa! What are you doing?" He says what he's doing and then says, "What are you doing Squirt?" and she says, "I don't know?" It's their ritual. She calls his wife "Gramma" and yells at me, "Take me across the street, to Gramma, RIGHT NOW!" Now she's even calling the daughter/mother, "Mommy". She sees her drive away in her car and she yells, "Bye, Mommy!" I hope she doesn't stop loving the people she lives with. I imagine her calling us Kasey and Ben, and my parents Hal and Dianne, and Ben's parents Howie and Carol.

miyo is the next christina aguilera (well, actually, not her)

Miyo has been singing non-stop. Songs she's heard from Backyardagains, Dora, Go Diego, Ni Hao, Kai Lan... Songs she's "written" herself. "Behind, Behind, Behind". And hit makers, such as: "I'm Miyo, Miyo, Miyo" and "Mama, Youuuuuu Are Chubby!"
This morning she was singing at the top of her lungs in the front yard (we were waiting for Murphy's bus). I don't remember the words, it had something about her island and her dancing... Then she said, "That is my island song. It's for when I live on my island and sing my island songs."

my murphy's song

makes me sob

miyo is a three year old

Miyo is 3 today! We are trying to get her to understand, "What do you say when someone asks you how old you are?" Her first response, "I'm two-fee." Ben showed her with her fingers and I told her how Miles was 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9. And Murphy was 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. And she was 1-2-3! And she ran into our bedroom and jumped on the bed, while I sang, "Jump on the bed! Jump on the bed! 1-2-3! You're three! You're three!" It's been a good morning.

WE WON!!

I have just been informed by the school principal that Murphy will be in Anne Mehr's classroom! I am in a musical, I am walking on sunshine!

Murphy is getting what he needs! Murphy is going to continue to progress and with only the small payment of the school now knowing me as a "squeaky wheel" or "big bitch", but I don't care, my son is getting what he deserves!

I told Ben after I called him crying with joy that Murphy is getting what we (Murphy and our family) want. I told him I feel guily that I made a fuss, and that I feel like I maybe ruined things for other people. He said, "Who cares! Murphy NEEDS this." He was so on my side and proud of me (even though I have been balling on and off for all afternoon yesterday and last night and this morning). And I'm even tearing up now, my boy, my Murpharelli finally gets what he deserves! The Best! Thank you God, thank you Director of Special Education, thank you Principal Tom Idstrom, you did the right thing!

Our family will continue to fight autism and Murphy will not backslide, it's not even a question.

my email response to social worker's email

It is supposedly the same program and attached to the same room. Several students moved out of the program and they had to do some rearranging to fit classes equally. I talked to the Director of Special Education and she is calling the school principal to see if there are any reasons for the move they are not telling me. She says that she may not be able to get what I want, but she is looking into it.

My specific problem is that Annie is Educated and Certified in Autism and Murphy knows her, talked about her all summer, and brought him out of the worst symptoms. The teacher they are moving him to is not Certified in Autism but in EBD, which I think Murphy doesn’t need as he has had a teacher that specialized in that before and it was one of the worst years of our lives. I told the Director that I realize we aren’t the only family to consider, but I want to try anyway. If there is no way to get into his old classroom after she looks into it, I will let him enter the class, but I will be comparing progress reports and him getting off the bus at night seeing his overall attitude and whether he will even get on the bus in the morning willingly.
Thank you for your quick response.

PS: I’ve called PACER before and they couldn’t help me get everyday kindergarten, I doubt they can help me now. Plus having the Director of Special Education directly on the phone today makes me feel they are taking me seriously and actually looking into the situation.

Thanks again,
Kasey

social worker's response to my email-love her

"Hi Kasey-
I am sorry to hear that this surprise has come up so quickly and unexpedctedly. Please let me know if there is going to be an IEP meeting or a meeting to discuss this issue in person. I would like to attend.

I know that Murphy and your family have felt Murphy's wonderful progress greatly with Anne Mehr. Also, did the school give a reason for wanting to change Murphy from his CID program into an EBD/DCD program or for the change in his teacher? I just wanted to make sure that I am understanding before there is any type of meeting.

Also, you may want to consider contacting PACER. They are a parent advocacy program for educational issues/problems/questions parents have about thier rights within the school system. Thier contact number is 952.838.9000. I would gladly call for you, but PACER reqires the original phone call from Murphy's guardian if they want to start services. Services are free and are at no cost to you.

Again, I would very much like to attend any kind of meeting, and think that PACER would be a valuable resource to you and your family. The last thing anyone wants to see is Murphy regress! I think it would be good to have some questions have the chance to be answered in person as a team to help understand all of Murphy's options for the upcoming school year.

Please let me know if there is anything else that I can do for you, thank-you. Katie Elleraas"

overly emotional plea/someone help murphy!

This is an email I sent to the School Board Secretary, Murphy's last year teacher, our Social Worker, the School Principal and the Special Education School Board (?) member, and various others professionals and family members:

Hello,
My name is Kasey Hanson. I am the mother of a 7 year old child, who is on the severe side of the Autism Spectrum. He meets the criteria for Profound Developmental Cognitive Delay, Mental Retardation, and is severely to profoundly Multiply Impaired.

Prior to being in ISD #196, Murphy was in ISD #11. He was enrolled in ECFE for 2 years and then had 2 years of preschool in Special Ed. He also attended Kindergarten there in an EBD/Special Education classroom. Murphy has self-injurious behaviors and regresses-information to back this up can be found in his school records and in the County Records of Anoka (Katie Elleraas is his current disability social worker). We have been visited by Disability Social Workers for the self-injurious behaviors and were investigated for child abuse. His pediatrician and the County Investigator, as well as Social Worker (at the time Devey Dahlheimer) found his bruises to be self inflicted and we were not written up as being investigated. Murphy jumped out of our kitchen window twice in 1 year and we had a Company come in for a “Crisis” situation. He used to try to break out of our home and ripped screens off of windows and found the garage door opener, resulting in police coming to our home when he was found playing on our street in a 45 mph zone. I had previously contacted neighbors and the City of Coon Rapids Police Department and Fire Department alerting them of behaviors that could lead him to escape and cause serious harm and even death. We had signs put up on each side of the street before our home saying “Deaf Child Area”. He, nightly, bit himself and others (myself, his personal care attendants, his baby sister, my husband, aunts, visitors, animals, his older brother). We had to give our purebred miniature dachshund to the Humane Society because of Murphy’s throwing him down stairs, and off of furniture (this can be proved by the Blaine Rescue center).

We have had a diagnosis since the early age of 2, but knew at 18 months that he was disabled. We were at the point of exhaustion and a breaking point. We moved to Eagan for more family support and enrolled Murphy into the CID program at Rosemount Elementary. Comparing his records from Kindergarten in District #11 to his 1st grade records under Anne Mehr in District #196-you will NO DOUBT agree, he made a huge progression in a matter of months. He can count to 100, he can identify letters. Instead of constantly “going off like a time bomb” he has found coping mechanisms, like blowing into his hands angrily, but not hurting himself or others as frequently. He still has some of these behaviors, but not 10 times a day as before. Now we see him. We can deal and speak somewhat with him. All summer he spoke of Anne. He is a very regimented child and doesn’t do well with change.

I was called today, Thursday, September 03, 2009 approximately 3 hours before his orientation into his classroom. We were previously told that Murphy was going to be in the same classroom with the same teacher that he had last year. Her name is Anne Mehr and she has two licenses under the special education label in the areas of Developmental Disabilities and Learning Disabilities. In December she will be graduating with a Master’s Degree in Special Education with an emphasis in Autism.

I understand the teacher he is changing classes into is qualified in EBD and Cognitive Delay, I understand that she has experience with Autism. I am not trying to insult her in any way or undermine her experience in her field. I talked to the new teacher and Anne and Principal Tom Idstrom, relaying my fears of his regression and thoughts that Anne has been his “savior”. This is a JOB for Principal Idstrom, and he doesn’t know my son or seem to understand the urgency of staying with what works with an autistic child, I also understand he was dealing with a crying woman and was probably just trying to get me out of there). I don’t know how much experience anyone I am trying to email here has in Autism, but you have access to my son’s records, please investigate them and realize the strides he’s made.

As his mother and as his voice HE SIMPLY NEEDS TO STAY WHERE HE PROGRESSES. It’s proven in his records that she brought him and our family out of the depths of hell itself and I will not go back. Mr. Idstrom has informed me he will look into this matter. I don’t know whether or not this is true, because he seemed unwilling to even consider putting Murphy back into the original classroom, and was very stiff in his responses with me. I will admit I was hysterical and very obviously upset. I cried and begged them over the phone and in person at the orientation to reconsider. I didn’t speak up for him while he was in classes that didn’t fit him for 3 years. With Autism you have to break in or they will never get out. I could never forgive myself or the school district if he backslides. I understand I am emotional and there are other children enrolled in the program to consider. But I’m NOT going to not try to get him what he needs. Why take him from the classroom who taught him how to use the potty. How to request in WORDS with his mouth orally? Who taught him “M m Mama”? Who taught him “see you later alligator, after a while crocodile”, and “M-U-R-P-H-Y, M m Murphy”

Please, please, please help me. I need my son to continue to succeed. He needs your help. He needs Anne Mehr. Even if I’m overly emotional doesn’t mean I don’t have legitimate proof that he progressed in his notes home from school and in his school records and his decrease in Emergency Room visits. Conferences with his other teachers were always negative and exhausting. Conferences with Anne were positive and upbeat, telling me about progress, not biting at recess and not being able to identify his own name written down.
Thank you for reading and considering our situation,
Kasey Hanson
Ben Hanson

miles grows up

Today I said to Ben "What a hermaph." I don't remember about what, sorry for name calling. Miles was within earshot and said something about "that's like comparing agnostics with atheists". And we laughed and then asked if he knew what the difference between them were. He totally knew the answer (he said it was due to his Uncle John's telling him about it). Anyway, I asked Miles if he knew what a hermaphrodite was (he had caught me saying it, so I thought I better fix it by explaining it and warning him not to call people that (like his mother just did))? So Ben told him it was having both sets of private parts. To make it clearer, because that is who I am, I said, "It would be like having a vagina behind your penis and/or balls. Can you imagine that?" Ben said to me "Yes." Again Miles heard, and responded to his father, "You already do."

new and better lyrics

Shene thought that the Depeche Mode song, 'Your Own Personal Jesus' was, "You're wrong, pass it on, Jesus." I have been mercilessly laughing and making fun (as per usual). Until she reminded me that I thought the song, 'My Father's Eyes' was "My Father Died." And she told me I should have known and thought it out better, because the lead in was "I looked into my father's eyes".

murphy the exercisinest boy ever

Murphy is having the best summer ever. Bike rides, swimming, hot tubs, hikes, feeding fish, parks, the zoos, the water park, motorcycle riding on a farm (yes, seriously), riding horses, the library... Constant running around. When he is here, he runs for the back yard and plays more, that bunny from the Energizer commercial has nothing on him. Luckily the constant exercise and exertion equates to the above picture at night.

i'm missing miles lately

Miles has been completely missing from our lives since twins (a boy and girl) who are just a year younger moved across the street. Even if they play over here, they are in his room or in the back yard. I'm, guiltily, a little bit of excited that they are going away for a week so Miles can reconnect with us and play with his siblings (Miyo is lonely this summer, Murphy is always out and about with PCA's and activities). Don't get me wrong, they are awesome kids, we really like them. If anything, I wonder if their family is wishing Miles would go home? (hee hee).

miyo is into the word "canadian" (I don't know why)

Miyo was walking around with a yellow hair band. She told me, "He's Canadian, he's my friend." Later she was in 'monster-mode' with her hands like claws, crouched over a little with knees bent, "Rar! I'm a Canadian!" I blame her visit to Kim and John's in Northern Minnesota, which really means: Skeeter or Hanna.

okay, so here's the deal...

I have not even really touched the computer in the past weeks, obviously. Various reasons include, it's summer; water park visits, bike rides, video games, movies, feeding fish off of docks at a lake near our home... laundry, dishes, kids...

Also though, as recently as the middle of May, I have been having panic attacks, some severe, some short, but a lot of them. Sometimes two in one day. I started seeing a therapist who after 3 visits (she wanted to see me every week, but I can barely afford the every 2 weeks we agreed to) she informed me I have Panic Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, Depressive Disorder and Borderline Agoraphobia. I immediately understood and believed the panic disorder (for obvious reasons, and because my mother recently told me the I had them at the ages of 2 and 3 (I would hunch over and not be able to breathe, so she would rush me to the doctor and I would stop, she did this several times, but every time I got there I would be finished, so they never diagnosed it at that time)). I have had them as a kid, and quite a bit in high school and throughout my adult years. But I sought help because they were becoming frequent and in between them I have severe anxiety and dread I will have one again.

I could accept the anxiety, because I am a fearful person and worry quite a bit more than the average bear. But I really couldn't accept that I was depressed. I have a nice home and yard and I MOSTLY enjoy my children (I think). I'm pretty happy, I laugh a lot, I have a husband who loves me and is good to me. My children are funny, good sometimes (LOL) and in my opinion physically attractive so I don't have to worry that people think they are "icky" (don't comment on this, it's an attempt at humor). The Borderline Agoraphobia was also a bit of a shock, I am constantly complaining, "Let's get out of here, let's do something, I have ants in my pants." But I can never come up with things to do, and when suggestions are given I am like, "nah, something else" until people give up (ha ha). However it makes a little sense because I don't like leaving the comfort of my home, people invite me over and I say, "Come over here, we'll do this..." Also, not to place and blame or be defensive: but with a child with severe autism, I do not like to leave the house often. People are mean (not all people, but it can take one small comment to have me angry, crying, confrontational, retreating, sobbing in my car). I don't want to get into the whole 'Why me?', 'I'm not the special needs mom type' part of my inner feelings; I love my son, I cry for him, I cry for me, I cry for my husband and two other children, because, people can glimpse into our grieving, but they can go on with their lives and don't have to deal 24/7 with our situation. I try to stay upbeat, but recently I have been falling apart, I think I realize Murphy isn't 2 years old, we can't hide his odd behaviour behind "Oh, he's just a little baby." He will be 7 in a couple of weeks, he is beautiful and looks normal, so when a screech of excitement or anger comes out, people are noticeably and sometimes cruelly curt with us, "aren't you a little old to be screaming in stores" or "wow, that was loud" or other children, "Tell me your name! I said, 'what's you name!' What's wrong with you?" While pushing him, or hitting him in frustration as he tries to get past them to get to the slide.

One day I called my therapist and told her I couldn't take it anymore and I needed something more than therapy, so she told me to call my personal physician, who prescribed me some pills to help, until I could get in to see an actual psychiatrist. Someone must have cancelled because I got in to see one within two weeks (they all say that was fast). I am on a couple of prescriptions to ward of panic attacks and one for anxiety and depression. I have ups and downs and am currently working with my psychiatrist at finding what's right for me. Some days are really good and I can get a lot done. Some days are bad, and I can still get some things done. My sister took Miyo and Miles for a couple of weeks to help out, and Murphy has summer school and PCA's to help me with his care. So I am working through it.

I didn't want to write this post, but I have realized I fallen off the face of the earth and some may wonder why. I just want to be a good mom and curb the impending nervous breakdown (LOL).

Future posts may be sporadic, but they will be upbeat and I will put up the pictures of the kids at the water park, digging in sand, riding bikes, playing in the backyard, and all their cute quotes. But for now, the computer isn't really a priority.

miyo quote

"Holy Crap! Do you have Koolaid? It's really, really cool! Would you get it for me?"

miyo won't leave the camera alone

miles will be a singer in a rock n roll band

Miles has recently been singing the David Bowie song, 'Suffragette City', but pronouncing it "Summerjett City". Then on Sunday I heard him singing the tune with the words, "Chocolate Chip Smoothie".

Today after school while not doing homework, he is listening to Green Day, I heard him say, "In the town of Memphis!" along to one of their songs. I asked if those were really the words, and he said no. Then he asked, "What's Memphis?"

we had babies!

A robin and his robiness have made a home on the light in front of our front door. One of the eggs was laying about 10 feet away from the nest, so I picked it up and put it in the nest. They didn't kick it out, but I'm wondering if it is the one that hasn't hatched yet. They weren't hatched last night, I checked, then this morning two ugly little sweethearts appeared sans egg and feathers. I try really hard to not go in and out the front door. But you can see the mama came upon me checking them out while standing on a stool (I'm assuming it's the mom). I felt bad, so I quick took a picture of her too (but apparently not bad enough) and went back inside. Miyo tried to stand on the stool as well but, as you can see, came up short.

sprinkler fun

miyo's babies get names

These are Miyo's babies that I bought her in Chinatown, San Francisco. The one is larger and can carry the littler one on it's back in a little sling. I asked her what the larger one's name was and she said, "My friend." I told her that she should name it Snow Flower. She said, "No, her name is Butterfly Snake". Then I asked what the doll's baby was named. She said, "Beautiful Snake". I think she either really likes snakes or was thinking the dragon pattern on the silk clothing of the doll is a snake. Either way, I am now the proud Po Po (grandmother) of Butterfly Snake, and great-grandmother of Beautiful Snake.

where does she get this stuff?

Miyo picked me some lilac from the backyard. I put it in water in a coffee cup and put it on the coffee table. After two days it was dead so I put it in the compost bucket I keep by the kitchen sink. Miyo was helping me make a pitcher of Koolaid, and she looked into the compost bucket with shock on her face. She yelled at me, "HOW DARE YOU PUT THAT IN THERE!" I called Shene and Ben and told them so they could laugh. Miyo got on the phone with Ben trying to tell her side of the story, "It was streamly streamly dead." I believe she was saying 'extremely'. Then she told me, "He say, 'that's not cool'".

kelly's rascal

look what murphy's seeing today

memorial day weekend at willow river

Dexter, Jacob (boy from campground), and Miyo on swing, with Miles pushing

Murphy climbing the wrong way up the slide

Murphy's favorite activity: tossing sand

Miyo at the beach

We had a really great time camping for Memorial Day weekend. I didn't take any shots of the secluded campsite (the best we've ever had). We went with Alason, Dexter, Mason, Tommy and Kim. It was a lot of fun. Regular run of the mill sitting around the fire, flashlights for kids, dirty feet, tent sleeping. Murphy cried tears of sadness when we started packing up the site. He got in the back of the van and sobbed, "We are all done." While we've been home, he has smiled and laughed and said, "Camping!" about 300 times. I can't wait to take him again. Miles loved it too, he had a good time with Mason and Dexter, I think we should go with other kids from now on; lots to do with friends. Miyo loved following them around and telling them what to do. Murphy was filthy from head to toe (evidence in his hand prints on everyone's shirts and skin when he touched them, ha ha). Tommy and Kim took tons of pics, so I will be adding some good shots, when I get some copies.

one of the best wednesday nights ever

Murphy kept asking, "Go swimming?" Miyo was wearing a swimsuit around the house. Miles was begging to fill up water bottles to pour on himself and his brother and sister. It was 94 degrees out. So Ben brought out the sprinkler, and Miles put it under the trampoline. Perfection: