I have officially arrived at the age where I can easily remember the kids' ages, but find it really hard to remember which number follows the 4 when it comes to those of Dave and mine. 1976-2019 equals 43, in a backwards sort of way. Dave celebrated ten birthdays in our old house and this birthday was the last of all the family birthdays celebrated at the old house. Thus, mediocre pictures to mark the end of a venerable chapter in our family life.
Isaac is absolutley enamoured of Dave and spends a lot of time hanging off of one of his shoulders. Also, that high chair: we had two of them with covers for the twins. At some point the covers were removed (raggy and stained) and one high chair lived at our house and one at the grandparents'. They survived 17 years and we officially threw both in one of the many dumpsters that helped our move. Some things I am not sad to see go.
Dave's t-shirts are almost exclusively comprised of free graduation t-shirts that he receives when ordering grad wear for his grade eights. High fashion.
The crowd around Dave in his birthday photos has been ever-growing and ever-changing since his first birthday of our marriage when we found out I was pregnant with the twins. Well, we found out that I was pregnant; the double surprise was revealed several weeks later.
Matthew looks adoringly at his father and Mariana looks with exasperation at her mother.
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