I am making a dedicated attempt to carry the camera with me and take pictures along the way... not always do-able, though, since I'm often trying to hold on to Chava with my teeth while clapping my hand over Maddox's mouth (his new thing is that EVERYTHING is a tragedy and needs to be accompanied by ear-piercing screeching). But I'm trying.
Friday afternoon, Chava and I picked up Maddox from school in the stroller:
And we went to Anna's to get burritos for dinner:
What I didn't get a good picture of was the ice cream cone afterward, but here's the carnage leftover on the shirt: