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Sunday. A day of rest?

This living out of a bag and eating in restaurants gets old really quickly, especially with a 1-year-old in tow. We should be lounging in bed, reading the NY Times and watching H-man toddle around on a lazy Sunday. Instead, we drove to the house this a.m. to supervise (spy on) the MRGs during what we hope will be their final day on the job. However, they're not here yet. I don't know why I'm even surprised that they're an hour late. Every time we turn around, they're frustrating us anew.

Henry invited his buddy Leah over to the hotel pool to swim this afternoon. If they end up actually getting in the pool, it will be H's first time swimming, so we'll document it and post photos soon, I'm sure. We had to cancel our previous plans to meet up with friends in Des Moines and visit the recently opened biggest mall in the state. I, in particular, am quite distraught.

Our amigos are on the roof again, finally. I hope we can bid them adios soon.

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