Quite the busy day.

Tobler and Abby. Reunited.

Busy day. Not for me, of course, but rather for the girls. Jen's day consisted of a visit with Jess and Avery in St. Paul, then due to a strange nap-time-quirk-drive-issue-thing, she decided to bring the girls by my work. Pandemonium ensued! Kids A and B were on their A-game, despite a sharp lack of sleepy-time. Lots of hanging with coworkers, lots of smiling, that sort of nonsense. We had a nice group of Aerosimians (sounds like monkeys with pilot licenses...) gathered around, and it was nice to think that we single handedly brought the world of simulation to a screeching halt.

After work, we went straight over to The Downingseses house to socialize, and socialize we did. For a group comprised of 10 kids and 6.5 adults (that's right, Steve is a half because he showed up late. But that's not fair since he finished his residency today, so we should be celebrating his truency. Good job Steve!), the whole thing was startlingly without hassle. This is an egregiously easy thing for me to say when I'm not doing the hosting or the cooking, but I just wanted to point out that all the kids played peacefully for the duration, and that's saying something.

Lily impressed everyone with her ability to yell at planes like a time-travelling caveman would, stopping just short of chucking a spear at these magical metal birds. As I've already noted, she's a fan of planes...stops too look at them constantly. Tonight she would thrust her fist into the great blue sky and yell, "Oooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!! OOOoooaaaahhh!!". We laughed, so she did it a half dozen more times.

The planes were lower and louder than at our house, so maybe that was whipping her into an aviation frenzy. Funny, though. I'm glad she doesn't do the same to cars, so I don't have to worry about having a possible NASCAR fan in the house. Sorry Grandpa.

Day one hundred and twenty three.

Lily inspected Andy and Sam and considered going in for a closer look. Sam tried to lure my kid with a security keycard.

The Downings' back yard. Max or Theo (more twins! but identical so I can't tell them apart!) drives into a bush, while Sarah and Erin discuss something awesome.

Jen surrounded by twins. In addition to ours and Max and Theo here, there was one more set of twins in attendance. 6 out of 10 kids were a twin. 1 out of 7 adults was a urologist.