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New post? Finally. Here's Job with the chickens, like before.

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The Sauce said…
Janie alerted me that some new photos were up but I didn't know it was possible they'd be as cute or cuter than your previous ones. I love the way Lucy and Jack and Bowden look like they're all cool w/each other. Like yeah, we're siblings, it's how we roll. These photos are so sweet. Each in its own way, but the second one? Lucy and Jack together and Job and Bowden. They are so precious. Jack's like 'okay I'll take a break from crying but you'd better make this snappy'. Beautiful kids, Sarah. Edwards is creepily stoic in that one too. (Is that little pumpkin on the railing the one Jack carried around for a few days?)
sarah said…
Yes, that's the pumpkin he loved, and the one that made it back to Cali to be planted in our garden...we'll see what happens!

I think that they're pretty cute, too. Just so you know, cyber-friend Lisa, this was a test to see if you would find this even if I didn't announce it to the facebook world...
just kidding.
I did think that you would be that one person to comment though, and honestly, I thank you.
The Sauce said…
Janie told me online "Sarah just posted more Vermont trip photos on her blog, have you seen them?" the other day. I didn't know they'd be the ones of Job and the kids. I'm still new to blogging and reading blogs so I'm not too regular of a checker--admittedly I looked because she mentioned it. But- you know I'm a healthy commenter. "Lisa, you so crazy..." :)

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