The whole house is under bicrobial (or viral?) siege. Lucy is just starting to ask about playdates again, while the last of us, Laurent, falls. I am pulling a page from Amy Chua's book, though, and temporarily disavowing all playdates. It feels liberating.
The photos are from our visit to Brimfield, Massachusetts last weekend, to go apple picking with our friends Camille and Owen. After an impish photo shoot, courtesy of Camille, we noticed that all of the leaves to Lucy's left were actually poison ivy... After a serious scrub down, we seemed to have escaped.
