Apparently finger painting is a form of torture. Sorry, Mom, the lovely hand-made birthday card I had planned in my head didn't quite make it.
I think she'll get over it, though.
This last one is of Brad and Nora playing one of Nora's favorite games tonight after the finger painting fiasco: Crawl as fast as I can to the dog dishes and then laugh hysterically when Daddy carries me back to the living room.
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