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Handsome little ninja man, impossible to hide his identity in a mask that doesn't cover his precious freckles! I was doomed to try to keep up with four boys tonight around the neighborhood. Damned wooded hillside.
Sean's pumpkin, all carved, but lots of detail. And he actually gutted it himself. Without getting grossed out. Okay, we let him wear nitrile gloves.
This one is proof that Rachel was at Grandma Judy's Bat Mitzvah.
Rachel being eaten by a dalmatian puppy.
Rachel's great-grandma, who can't come to the Bat Mitzvah because she's in an Alzheimer's Facility. We'll go see her at Thanksgiving.
Well, I'm the mother of a thirTEEN yr old. How did that just sneak up on me so suddenly? Few things have made me feel this old so far. So this is what thirteen looks like on Rachel.

Poor guy still doesn't know where the ball went, as Rachel has already passed it up the field to Lena so she can score. 
First, we took Blake to Challenge Auto Racing, but I didn't have a camera. So I made sure to get pictures of the tough martial artist after he went to class with Sean.
The next day, Ken woke the kids at o-dark-thirty and took them rock cod fishing. I think they liked it, but it was ALL DAY, so they would have liked it better if it ended a lot sooner.
Oh, I almost forgot, Rachel's soccer team had a big party to celebrate the end of their killer team camp, so Blake got to be the only non-little-brother male there. Tough job, but someone's got to do it.
Uncle John and Merlin came over for a rock cod dinner. Merlin just started chemo for doggy lymphoma, but he seems like he's doing great, and we hope to be able to spoil him rotten at our house for lots more years.

Poor lonely Hishamru even enjoyed being mothered by Cassie tonight. Then he slept on Rachel's bed. He needs his own forever home, but not today. : )