I've had these photos queued up to post for the past few weeks, but I've been too busy (and lately, too addicted to Battlefield 1943) to get around to it.
Iria and I probably have one of the few beds that look worse before a night's sleep rather than after. Every afternoon the boys will tear off the covers and pillows and create this pseudo-cushion on the floor for them to jump onto in just about every way imaginable. Tonight Lennon actually went off backwards and landed squarely on his butt- perfect form, but as usual he scared the living daylights out of us.
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